#ALRIGHT FUCKING KILL ME LANGS

[corky-chicken]

Just watched Killer Track and I think it's time to end it all.

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

three times

a/n: some time ago i asked you guys on a poll what dude you wanted in this story and you all chose bucky, so here it is! also, i partly blame you all for how unhinged it turned out... like you get maybe 6,69% of the blame for the push you gave me... the rest is just me being a hoe

summary: a tale of the three times a nurse was kidnapped by new york’s most notorious gang. 

warnings: dark!mob boss!bucky barnes x nurse!reader x doctor!peter parker, smut, dark content, noncon/dubcon, mob au, mobsters!steve rogers, clint barton, tony stark, scott lang, bruce banner, the gang is called the avengers, doctor!kate bishop, enemies to lovers, kidnapping, violence, weapons, blood, being drugged, alcohol consumption, possessiveness, kissing, clothed x completely naked, panty sniffing, dirty talk, manhandling, size kink, gaping, belly bulge, oral, fingering, fisting, pussyjob, in bucky's mind it's brat taming, dumbification, impact play, squirting, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, somno, bondage, mild knife play, mild gunplay, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, cumplay

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You flinched jaggedly as the dark cloth bag was finally ripped off your head. Eyes immediately squinting, they still strained to take in the unfamiliar space you’d been dragged to. 

You were no longer in the hospital’s dark parking lot, nor were you in the black van you’d suddenly been tossed into, but instead, you found yourself in a dark living room. It was elegantly decorated, from the Persian rug to the dramatic, antique fireplace flicking behind the cluster of suit-clad criminals glaring down at you. 

“This her?” one of them grumbled. 

“Yep, one doctor as per your request,” the one who’d abducted you grinned, proudly planting a palm on his hip, “even choose a pretty one just for shits and giggles,” his starkly different mannerisms only made the others seem that much more intimidating. 

The broad-figured one with a shock of sandy hair then stepped closer to where you stood, “alright, here’s the thing, doc,” his head tilted slightly to get on your level as he spoke to you directly, “you’re gonna do exactly as we say and then everything will be alright, okay?” he stared in your eyes as you offered him a shaky nod, “okay,” he exhaled, “you got a name?”

“Y/n Y/l/n…” you uttered before hearing yourself try to correct, “but I–…”

“But what?” the same man croaked. 

“I-I’m not a doctor…”

“God damn it!” someone rumbled as everyone’s eyes flicked to the man who’d captured you, “we can’t fucking trust the new guy to do anything.”

“Well, she’s wearing scrubs,” he tried, frantically gesturing to your uniform, “I just thought–”

“You fucked up, Lang!” the first man who you’d heard speak barked loudly, “and now we’re not just gonna lose one of our brothers tonight, but also the head of the snake. Great fucking job,” a sharp click then caused your eyes to find the gun he yanked out, “and now she gotta die as well–”

“Wait!” you shrieked as both of your palms shot up in the air, “no! Please don’t kill me! I-I’m a nurse! I’m a nurse! I can help! Whoever’s hurt, I can help!”

Seemingly superior to the others present, the blonde one stared at you intensely for a while before exhaling a verdict, “shit… well, I guess it’s better than nothing…” his polished shoes then began to shuffle before he gestured to you, “come this way.” 

Hesitantly, you slowly shadowed him out of the living room, down a dim hallway, and into the chamber that bloomed at the bottom of the corridor. In the centre of the dark room, bathed by two glowing pendants, stood a large pool table, and upon the green felt, with colourful orbs haphazardly scatted all about, there laid a man, unconscious and bleeding. 

The brunette’s suit was sodden with crimson, though you couldn’t tell from here how much of it was his own. 

The gangster who was standing by the side and watching over the wounded individual glanced up at your arrival and asked his fellow men, “this the doctor?” 

“No, it’s a fucking stripper,” you twisted your neck at the sarcastic tone as the guy who’d only moments ago pulled a gun on you waltzed past you and entered the room as well, “yes, of course it is, Tony. How’s the boss?”

“Still alive,” he answered in a sigh and cast his glance back down upon the man on the pool table. 

Slowly stepping up, you carefully let your stare wash over the mobster, from the frazzled and blood-soaked attire to the metal-looking hand poking out one of the sleeves. 

“What happened?” you asked carefully. 

“Miss,” someone grumbled as they set a bag of supplies down beside you on the games table, “just fix him.” 

“If you wanna give your friend a better chance, then you give me as much information as possible about what happened to him,” you uttered as you found a pair of gloves and slipped them on. 

Letting out a sigh, the blonde fellow then said, “it was a shootout.”

Snatching up a pair of scissors, you began to snip in the man’s clothes, staring at the sleeve closest to you, “how many times was he shot?”

“I don’t know, he–… a lot of rounds went off,” he grunted, the events of the night weighting his broad shoulders down, “I wasn’t exactly counting.” 

Two bullets. That’s how many you found when his dress shirt was in tatters on the floor. One was lodged in his right arm four finger widths above his elbow, while the other had strayed a bit further north and buried itself in his bulky bicep. You also found other scrapes and scratches along his torso, assumingly from other bullets that hadn’t been as lucky as those two. 

The smallest of relieved sighs flowed from your lungs as you discovered that he wasn’t in a critical enough condition to be in need of a surgeon, at least not from what you could tell with the limited resources currently at your disposal. 

As you carefully set to work, first digging the bullets out before cleaning the wounds with saline, your lips slowly parted as you treaded a curved needle, “…so, not that I don’t love the change to my evening plans,” you didn’t dare shift your glance as you asked, “but don’t you have a regular guy for cleaning up these sorts of messes?” 

“We did… he died tonight, trying to stop that from happening,” the blonde man gestured to the injuries you began to stitch up. 

Blinking up to find his eye, you uttered sincerely, “I’m so sorry for your loss…” feeling yourself, even under such circumstances, uncontrollably slip into those compassionate parts of your profession. 

A slight scoff bubbled out of the gangster, taken aback by your unexpected gentleness, “yeah, me too. Banner was one hell of a guy…”

Once each of the wounds were sutured closed and you’d bandaged him up, you pushed yourself back from the pool table. 

“Alright,” you exhaled and glanced up at the criminals lurking in the shadows of the chamber, “I’m done.”

“Yeah?” one of them stepped up to get a better look, “he’s alright?”

“No, he’s not alright, he was shot multiple times and should be in a fucking hospital,” your eyes briefly fluttered shut as you heard yourself snap, “now, can I please go home?” 

Catching the eye of the blonde one, second in command, you watched as his jaw briefly clenched, the muscles dancing beneath his skin before he breathed, “no, you’re not done.”

“But I did exactly as you asked–”

“Like you said, he should be in a hospital right now, but we can’t have that happen, so instead, you’re gonna stay here till he’s out of the woods.” 

“What? I can’t–”

“You’re a nurse, right?” he croaked to shut you up, “so fucking do your job and nurse him back to health.”

Three whole days ended up passing by before Mr Barnes slowly began to regain consciousness. 

“Oh, you’re awake!” you snapped back into work mode, springing from your seat and leaning in over the bed which he’d previously been moved into. As the mobster instinctively began to sit up, his eyes barely open yet, you laid a soft palm upon his metal arm and uttered, “sir, please don’t move,” and watched as his clenched jaw almost silenced a groan, “one second, I’ll give you something for the pain,” before you shifted a moment to scavenge through the supplies you’d been given. Once the medicine was found, you exhaled slowly as you injected it, gently pressing down the plunger of the syringe, “there you go…” 

You let yourself suck in a deep breath before your sharp eyes washed over him, briefly assessing him as he woke, though as your gaze flickered up to meet his own, initially with the intent of checking his pupillary response, the manner he stared back at you caught you so of guard that a shiver trickled down your spine.  

“Sir, do you know what your name is?” you asked in a clear tone. 

“Mhm…” he hummed and continued to stare at you as if you were an angel, “Bucky…” 

“Bucky, great, that’s good,” you nodded, “and do you know where you are?”

His gaze didn’t shift away from your visage as he then murmured, “heaven…”

“No, I assure you, you’re not dead,” grasping the stethoscope draped around your neck, you shifted it into place to take a quick listen to his heart, “you almost were, a few times, but you aren’t.” 

As the steady thumping of his pulse filled your ears and seeped into your soul, his deep voice washed over you once again and layered atop the beat, “I’m guessing you had something to do with that?” 

Catching his unwavering eye a moment, you then averted yours and muttered, “I was just doing my job…” before retracting the stethoscope from his chest and casting your glance towards the door, “I should probably go tell the others that you’re awake.” 

TWO WEEKS LATER

“…and Mr Jensen in 401 is complaining of a headache, so you might wanna check that out as well.” 

“Alright, cool,” the doctor scribbled down the last of your words on the little notepad in his palm before his gaze flickered up to catch yours, “thank you so much, Y/n,” he flashed you a warm smile. 

Mirroring his expression, you hugged the charts in your grasp closer to your chest, “any time, Dr Parker.” 

“Peter, please,” his thumb extended to click the top of his blue pen before sliding it into the breast pocket of his white coat, “hey, I was gonna go grab a cup of coffee right now, do you wanna join?” he tried to keep his tone casual. 

Blinking back at him, your breath couldn’t help but get caught in your throat, “I–, uhm… I’d love to, but I get off in a little bit. Wednesdays are always just morning shifts for me.” 

“Oh, alright,” he nodded understandingly, though the gentle rejection still tainted his features slightly. 

“But another time,” you offered, successfully brightening his smile once more. 

“Yeah?” his elbow curled up to lean against the supportive railing that lined the hospital hallways. 

“Sure. I mean, I drink coffee, you drink coffee,” you awkwardly began to dig yourself into a hole, “the chances of us bumping into each other at the coffee cart are pretty high–” 

But your sentence was then cut short as Peter’s pager suddenly pinged in his pocket.

Fishing the small device out, his eyes flickered down to the small screen before he croaked, “oh, sorry. I gotta run.”

“Of course,” you swiftly waved a hand and watched as his feet began to shuffle into a run. 

“Talk later!” Peter called over his shoulder before he rounded a corner and disappeared into the maze of the hospital. 

Twisting around, your feet carried you the remaining distance towards the nurses’ station overlooking the ICU. As you laid the stack of files in your arms down on the counter, a familiar voice found your ears right before her visage popped into your periphery.

“Please tell me that that was what I think it was.” 

Your gaze stayed glued on the charts a moment longer as you ignored your friend’s prying, “hello to you too, Kate.”

When your head finally raised and you let her catch your eye, her wide ones questioned you before she expectantly poked once more, “well?”

“Well what?” you shrugged, though your feeble attempts at shutting the pending subject down failed as she shot you a glare, efficiently causing you to crumble with a sigh, “yes, he asked me out again–, or kinda. It was just coffee.”

“And you finally said yes?” she smiled keenly. 

Holding back your scoff, you simply uttered, “no,” before spinning on your heel. 

“Again?” she shuffled slightly to catch up to the pace you swiftly slipped into, “why not? He’s kind, he’s a doctor, he’s hot,” she listed off, counting on her fingers, “he’s literally perfect for you.”

“I know he is…” you tilted your head, almost with an air of shame, “he’s exactly the type of guy that I should be running after…” 

Though you liked him as a person and cared for him enough to call him your friend, those feelings you caught yourself forcing just hadn’t bubbled up yet. He was the kind of man that you deserved, that you should fall for, and certainly not the monster that still haunted you, that for some reason wouldn’t stop popping into your mind, especially at inappropriate times, like very late at night… 

“So then why aren’t you?” Kate asked as you entered the employee locker room.

And though thoughts of a gruff gangster caused your heart to swell, you still muttered, “I don’t know…” as an excuse before you popped open your locker and uttered, “hey… what do you know about mobsters here in the city?

“Other than the horror stories I’ve picked up in the ER, not too much,” she leaned against the row of cubbies beside your own as you dug out your bag and began to change out of your scrubs and back into the clothes you’d worn early this morning when the sun was still only a promise waiting to rise, “though I did grow up here, so I probably do know a bit more than you,” she acknowledged your move to the city only a few years prior, “why? Are you suddenly in the mood for a change in careers?”

Though the truth was on the tip of your tongue, you still found yourself obeying the commands the gangsters had sent you home with. Telling the cops was no use because they were all in their pockets, and confiding in a loved one also wasn’t a smart choice as that would only put them in danger. 

“Have you ever heard of someone called Bucky Barnes?” you asked, instinctively lowering your voice to a whisper. 

The ever light-hearted expression plastered upon Kate’s face fell at the recognition of that name, “yeah…”

“Really?” your brows rose, “what do you know about him?” 

“I mean, other than that he’s the supposed leader of the Avengers, not too much.”

“The Avengers?”

“Yeah, one of New York’s most notorious gangs,” she let out a breath, “from what little I know, they get up to a shit ton of stuff straight out of a De Niro movie or something, but their real money maker is cocaine… I mean, that’s why the head of the group is known as the winter soldier.” 

“How do you know about all this stuff?” you squinted back at her in slight amazement. 

“Went to med school with a few coke heads, might have dated one of them,” she blurted before shaking her head and getting back to the subject at hand, “anyways, Y/n, the point is, you don’t wanna mess with those types, trust me.” 

“I know,” you uttered quietly as you shrugged on your coat and pushed your locker closed, “I wasn’t planning on it, I was just curious…” 

As you dragged your foaming toothbrush over the last of your teeth, a loud knock suddenly rattled your front door, causing you to jump atop the pink bathmat in your tiny bathroom. 

Neck twisted out towards the entryway of your apartment, you briefly leaned over the sink to spit out the toothpaste slowly leaking out of your mouth, before your feet began to carry you towards the exit. 

One of your palms momentarily ran over the edge of your pyjama-clad arm as the night chill soaked through the cotton and made you yearn for the warmth of your bed. 

Though as you pulled on the handle, the haunting figures on the other side of the door caused your blood to freeze with recognition. Standing tall on the other side of the threshold, there stood two of the Avengers’ henchmen. 

“You need to come with us,” the one called Barton ordered coldly. Over the few days the gang had held you captive, you’d picked up on the names of many of the members, including the two that stood before you now. 

“What?” your chest rose and fell rapidly, “I–, please, I swear, I haven’t told a soul.”

Having them knock at your door was one thing, but even just the thought of criminals such as them knowing where you lived sent you into a spiral. 

“Yeah, we know you haven’t,” Scott put a hand on the doorframe, “that’s not why we’re here.” 

“What happened?” you murmured as you were led into one of the many sitting rooms in the mysterious manor they once again brought you to. In an armchair before you, half-empty glass of bourbon in metal hand and the sleeves rolled up on his blood-tainted shirt, there sat the big bad winter soldier himself, panting as he slowly sipped. 

Though when the sound of your voice filled the room, Bucky’s eyes only snapped up to yours for a moment before he shot a glare at his men.

“What is she doing here?” he grumbled lowly. 

“Boss, you busted your stitches,” Lang gestured tensely to the crimson slowly staining his crisp white shirt, “what else were we–”

Intersecting the conversation, the broad form of Steve stepped into the space between the gangsters and swiftly snuffed the pending argument out, “thank you, Barton, Lang,” he nodded to each of them, “you can go,” and you watched the pair that had brought you back exited the room. Shifting his weight, Bucky’s right hand man turned to you and offered you a polite smile, “Y/n, pleasure to see you again.”

“Yeah,” you exhaled, not masking your disdain of the situation you’d been dragged into yet again, “I wish I could say the same…” before you shifted your eyes to the man in the chair, though still directed your question at Steve, “what do you need me to do?” 

As you shifted closer to the intimidating leader, ever drinking, surely to dull the pain, Rogers murmured as you kneeled down to assess, “I think it’s just the one on his shoulder that’s–”

“Yeah, I see it,” you cut him off, then glanced back over your shoulder at him, “do you still have that medical bag?”

“Yeah, one second,” he swiftly disappeared to fetch it, leaving you all alone with the feared mob boss. 

With the crackling fireplace off to the side as your only source of light, you cautiously raised your hands and asked, “do you mind taking this off?” motioning to the shirt he wore. 

“Yeah, sure,” Bucky sighed and sat down his glass before shrugging the item off. Though you’d stared at his bare chest for hours on end before, soaking in his reveal once again for some reason caused your heartbeat to pick up, though you swiftly averted your gaze in an attempt at staying professional. 

Not long passed before Rogers had returned with the supplies, and you’d commenced redoing his stitches. 

“So,” you murmured though your concentration, weaving his skin back together, “do I even wanna know how this happened?”

Blinking down at you, your face close to your work and therefore his skin, Bucky breathed, “probably not...” and as his stare only intensified over the next few stitches, his low timbre once again washed over you as the corners of his lips tugged into the slightest of smirks, “cute PJs, by the way…”

“Yeah, I didn’t exactly get a chance to change,” you felt your cheeks heat up. 

“Oh, I'm not complaining,” his gaze shifted to take in the way the cool night air had caused your nipples to become visible like pebbles beneath the thin stripy fabric, the comment making you shift tensely on your knees. 

Once the last of the knots were tied off and you’d snipped the end of the thread, you wrapped the wounds back up with clean bandages before placing the roll of gauze back into the medical bag. 

“Alright, uhm,” you shifted back, “you’re good now,” a slight winch shot through you as you watched him briefly test out his arm’s mobility, “just be careful, try not to use it too much.”

Catching your eye, he uttered softly, “thank you,” before shifting his gaze to the gangster by the door, “Rogers?” 

“Yes, boss?”

“See to it that she gets home safe.”

ONE MONTH LATER

“I’ve heard the risotto here is really good,” Peter noted as you both skimmed the menus resting on the tablecloth before you, the crystal chandeliers illuminating the restaurant cast a soft glow down upon the choices.  

“Yeah?” you briefly glanced up to catch the doctor’s eye, “well, maybe I should get that then,” you shrugged before shifting slightly in your seat, “hey,” you captured his gaze once more, “could you maybe order for me? I just need to–…” you trailed off, letting the thumb you discreetly pointed over your shoulder in the direction of the bathrooms fill out the rest of the sentence. 

“Oh, yeah, of course,” he nodded. 

“Great, thank you,” you smiled as you rose. The long, cobalt-blue, velvet dress you wore briefly swooshed around your legs before the soft click of your heels against the polished floors carried you through the maze of tables. 

It was the third date you’d ventured on with the kind doctor. The third one and yet you still didn’t have any feelings towards him. 

Stubbornly trying as you might, you still couldn’t get the poison out of your system and do the right thing. 

Once you exited the ladies’ room, and big breath of courage in your lungs as you pushed open the door, it all seeped out as you walked through the small hallway that connected the lavatories with the dining space, and you accidentally bumped into two figures that waited in the space. 

Unsure of who was to blame for the collision, you immediately just muttered, “oh, sorry–,” before you glanced up at the pair and your apology crumbled from your lips, your frame immediately freezing up at the recognition. 

“Listen to me. You are going to quietly walk back to your little date, tell him that you’re not feeling well and need to go home,” Stark kept his voice hushed as both he and the other gangster slowly cornered you, the other one grasping your arm to keep you in place, “and then you’re gonna come with us.”

Sucking in a breath, you then tilted your chin slightly, “and if I don’t?” 

“Then we won’t hesitate to make a scene,” Barton shifted the edge of his jacket out of the way to flash you the gun strapped beneath, “so you can either walk with us and safe a life or you can not only have a dying gangster’s blood on your hands, but also everyone in this fucking restaurant.”

With the clench of your jaw, you glared up at them and murmured, “...fine,” before you ripped your arm free and began to walk back into the dining area and the table where Peter still sat. 

Flashing you a smile as you neared, the doctor swiftly said, “so, I ordered this chardonnay that the waiter said was good. You drink wine, right?”

“I–, uhm…” your fingers clutched the back of the chair as you tried to appear as you had before, even though now you felt as if your hammering heart might spring straight out of your ribcage, “Peter, I’m really sorry, but I gotta go,” you briefly scrambled your brain before adding, “the hospital paged me. There was a big accident downtown.”

“Really?” he fished out his own beeper from his pocket and furrowed down at it, “I didn’t get paged, so it probably can’t be that bad.”

“Yeah, but nurses shortage, you know?” 

“Right,” he nodded, disappointment slightly polluting his understanding expression. 

“I'm really sorry,” you uttered as you picked up your small purse from the chair.

“No, it’s fine,” he shook his head gently, “hey, I get it,” he shrugged before waving a hand, “go.”

“Thank you,” you stood there a moment longer, unsure of how you should depart, “uhm… bye,” before you awkwardly shifted closer to his seat and leaned down to press a brief kiss to his cheek as you offered him a half-hearted hug. 

“Who is it this time?” you sighed as you were led into an elegant space, surely intended for parties judging by the long bar that stretched along the back wall. Glaring at the only man seated on one of the barstools, you asked impatiently, “is it you? Did you hurt yourself again?”

Glancing over his shoulder as you halted your stride halfway down the short steps, a smile appeared on Bucky’s face as he leaned a forearm against the bar top and bellowed, “Y/n! Come, have a drink with me,” he waved a hand for you to take the seat beside him. 

Standing your ground, you squinted back at him in confusion, “no, I can’t, I–, where’s the patient?” 

“The patient?” he echoed as if you were speaking a foreign language. 

“Yes,” you huffed, your annoyance simmering into a full-on boil, “the person who’s on death’s door, the reason why I, a medical professional, is here,” you placed your hands on your hips and asked once again, “is it you?”

“No, I’m phenomenal,” he pursed his lips as he snatched up the stout glass waiting for him on the marble counter, “never been better.”

“Okay, so who is it?”

Tearing his gaze away from you, he then uttered, “no one,” before raising the drink up to his lips. As your mouth parted and your glare nearly burned straight through him, the mobster casually added, “you look stunning, by the way,” before twisting in his seat to face you more, “I didn’t know they changed scrubs out with gowns.” 

“No, I–, I was on a date–,” you muttered faintly through your confusion, slightly shaking your head in an attempt to clear it before you raised a hand, “wait, excuse me, no one’s injured?” 

“No,” Barnes shook his head, “no one’s hurt or dying,” then added as if your reaction was a tad bit too dramatic for his taste, “you can relax, it’s fine.”

But instead, the opposite emotions roiled inside of you as you slowly ascended a single one of the remaining steps, “so you mean to tell me that your men threatened me, my date and a whole restaurant of people, then dragged me all the way out here again, for nothing?” you fumed.

“No, it wasn’t for nothing,” he shrugged, “they brought you back here because I told them to,” he kept his ocean eyes upon you as he once again repeated, “now, come drink with me.” 

“No, I don’t want a fucking drink,” you roared. 

But then, just as swiftly as you had raised your voice, Bucky’s steely hand dipped beneath his suit jacket and pulled out a gun.  

“I asked you nicely,” his stern tone rolled off his tongue slowly as he aimed the weapon upon you, “now sit your ass down and share a drink with me.” 

Carefully, you finally followed his orders and sat down at the bar beside him. 

“Good girl. That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” he uttered as he sat the gun down beside his drink. Raising up a hand to the silent shadow behind the bar, a glass was soon slid across the counter, one Bukcy pushed closer towards you, “here,” he said as you stared down at the orange peel floating at the top. As you lifted up the cocktail, the gangster beside you raised his own to click yours, “cheers.”

You briefly toyed with the thought of just taking a sip, though opted instead to down it all, both out of the desperate hope that the alcohol would aid the strange evening, but also in an attempt to fast forward a tad closer to your longed-for departure, ripping the bandage off instead of nursing it all night long. 

Though as you sat the glass back down on the bar, the bottom clanged against the marble much more forcefully than you’d intended as the fingers you clutched it with began to tingle. Blinking heavily a few times, your hand accidentally knocked over the empty drink as a numbing sensation began to bloom within your chest and spread throughout your body. 

Trying to get up from your seat, you mumbled foggily, “what the hell?” though quickly stumbled as your legs felt like jelly beneath your velvet gown.

“Whoa, careful now, angel,” Bucky’s calm gaze trailed you chillingly as you tried to steady yourself. 

“The fuck did you do?” you panted as your wide eyes watched him raise from his seat. 

“It's okay,” he uttered softly, “it’s all gonna be okay,” before your world turned to black and you passed out into his arms. 

When you finally stirred, you were no longer at the bar, nor any other room you’d been in before. You were in a bedroom, situated on a spacious mattress and alongside countless fluffy maroon pillows. 

As you sat up, a low rustling found your ears and drew your vision down towards the coldness clinging around your ankle. Strung between the bottom corner of the bedframe and your own foot, there shined a chain, one that, try as you instinctively did, you couldn’t snap out of. 

But then, as the door to the room creaked open and caused your body to flinch, a plea swiftly flowed out of you as you watched Rogers step inside, balancing a small tray with a glass and a tall decanter of clear water. 

“Steve!” you crawled to the bottom of the bed, “I–… help me, please,” you begged, hearing tears thicken up your voice as they rolled down your cheeks, “you’re a good man, deep down I know you don’t wanna stand by and let this happen. Can you unlock me? Please? Help me get out of here.”

But just as you waited for Steve’s lips to part, you instead heard, “shh, don’t waste your breath, honey,” as in strolled Bucky, causing you to swiftly scramble as far back on the bed as the chain would allow. 

Sitting down in a chair just out of your reach, the fireplace opposing the bed, directly behind where he sat, clacked and lit up his spine as he settled into the seat and directed his cold gaze upon you.

“Glad to see you awake,” he uttered calmly.

“Fuck you!” you swiftly spat as you hugged your knees tightly to your chest. 

“And with all of your charms still intact,” he tilted his head, a light smirk blooming on his lips as your vulgar language hadn’t fazed him one bit. 

“Let me go,” you demanded. 

“Yeah, that’s not gonna happen, my angel,” his burly arms folded across his chest, “this is for your own protection,” he briefly gestured to the chain, “we wouldn’t want you to do anything stupid or rash now, would we?” one of his eyebrows twitched, “I can’t let anything happen to you,” he uttered as you continued to stare daggers at him, “you need to be kept as safe as possible so you can keep on helping me the way that you have.”

“What? You want me to be your gang’s personal nurse?” you scoffed, “is this your sick and twisted way of offering me a job, because if so, no thanks!”

“Yeah, no, this isn’t a job offering, I’m not interested in those talents of yours,” he leaned further back in the seat before he began to explain, “you see, for the past few years, I’ve had a serious string of bad luck. Deals have fallen through, rats have been found, the feds have been snipping at our heels and countless of my men have lost their lives,” he listed off, “but, then I met you,” his eyes flickered up to capture your own, “and it all turned around,” he uttered, “I tell you, when you’re here, it’s fate herself is on my side and nothing whatsoever could go wrong. Like having you has made me a fucking god or something, that’s the level of power you’ve bestowed in me,” a faint smile tugged at his lips as those words rolled off his tongue, “so no, you can not leave. You have to stay right here where I can make sure you’re safe and sound. Although, just because you get to be kept safe, that doesn’t mean you’re free of any consequences if you step out of line… it also doesn’t mean that I’ll deny anyone of your beauty if it pleases them… so, I guess it’s more along the lines of you just staying alive under my watch.” 

In the blind rage his words threw you into, your fingers wrapped around the bedside lamp before you chucked it across the room. Though just before it could strike the gangster’s head, he casually ducked out of the way, the lamp instead smashing on the floor behind him as a chuckle began to rumble within his chest. 

“That’s cute,” he laughed lowly, “you’ve got some bite. It’ll get you in trouble, but it’s adorable.” 

“I'm not interested in being your good luck charm, you superstitious fuck!” you yelled as he got up from his seat. 

Huffing out a condescending grin, “give it some time, angel,” he fastened the button on his dark suit jacket before smoothing a palm down over the front, “the human psyche is much more fragile than you’d think and can get used to some surprising conditions,” he ignored the scream that desperately tore from your lungs and instead turned to Steve standing by the door and asked him calming, “Rogers, would you mind cleaning that up?” gesturing to the broken lamp on the floor, and as he received a small nod in return, he murmured, “thank you,” before exiting the room and leaving you to your fate. 

“Seriously?” Steve let out a laugh when he finally coaxed the truth out as to why you hadn’t been touching any of the food they’d brought you, “and here I thought you were just a picky eater.” 

“Well, you’ve already drugged me once so what’s stopping you from doing it again,” you explained, glaring down at the plate before you as he attempted to stifle his laughter. 

“I swear, cross my heart, your pasta is not poisoned.”

Continuing to squint down at the food, you kissed your teeth, “prove it.”

“Really?” his brows floated up, “alright,” he sighed as he sat down across from you. Dragging your plate closer, he twirled some of the spaghetti onto the fork before slipping it into his mouth, “see?” he chewed, “I’m fine, and so will you be when you get some food in that belly of yours.”

Pushing it back towards you, hesitantly, you picked up the fork and slowly began to eat. It had only been little things you’d consumed the past couple of days being here, things you could be certain weren’t tainted, like the odd apple and such. 

Though as you chewed and finally began to settle your stomach’s nauseating rumbling, tears began to stream down your cheeks. 

No matter how hard you tried to beg, none of the mobsters would help you, as their loyalty was just too hard for you to crack. 

“Hey…” your bloodshot eyes then flickered up to Rogers as he noticed your weeping, “it’ll get easier, I promise,” he attempted in a soft tone. 

“How?” you blinked back at him hopelessly, “I am being locked up in a room by a maniac as if I’m just some trinket for him to own.” 

Throwing a brief glance over his shoulder, he then leaned in a bit closer to cautiously advise you, “…there might be some things you could do to change your situation…”

“What?” a spark suddenly flickered within you, “I’d do anything.”

“…you might consider trying to get closer to Barnes…” his words remained hesitant, “…if he begins to care for you, then he might treat you differently…”

“Like, he’d let me go?” 

“I don’t know,” he exhaled, “but maybe it could get that chain off your ankle,” he gestured to your foot, “baby steps.” 

ONE MONTH LATER

“Here,” Steve croaked as he suddenly burst through the doors to your room, a big flat box in his arms which he tossed on the bed beside you. Peeking inside, a folded-up bundle of black fabric met your eye, “put it on,” he ordered hastily, “make yourself presentable.”

“Why?” you blinked up at him, your brows knitting gently together. 

“Because the boss requested it,” he answered impatiently. 

“What, he wants to play dress up with me now? Treat me like a doll?”

Over the past month, you had gone from being scared out of your mind, barely sleeping at night, horrified of what they might do to you, till the paralysing fear slowly began to melt away as not much happened at all, in fact so little that you grew bored in your imprisonment, thinking that the big bad gangsters were just all bark and no bite. Perhaps that was a dangerous confidence to develop, growing cocky in your restlessness, but you couldn’t help it. 

Letting out a low sigh, “just put it on,” Rogers’ head tilted before he said, “I’ll be outside, yell when you’re done.”

Popping the lid off all the way, you then slipped into the black gown waiting within. It was long and simple in its beauty as it hugged all of your curves like a second skin. 

Right before you called out to the mobster in the hallway, you leaned in closer to the mirror on the left side of the room. The dark storm clouds visible out the gothic windows that filled up the wall behind you blossomed in the reflection alongside you as you momentarily fussed with your hair to make it match the elegant dress better. 

Once Steve had entered the room once again, the very last thing you expected was what he did next. 

Walking straight up to you, without a word, he bent down and unlocked the chain binding you to the bedpost. At first, a wave of hope washed over you till it was drowned out by the unsettling notion as to where he would take you and just what plans were on the horizon. 

Grabbing you by the arm, he dragged you out of the room and down the dark hallway you’d only seen glimpses of before. You tried to ask him what was going on, though he didn’t offer you any clue in return, only remained silent as he hauled you through the maze-like manor till a wide set of steps found you, leading you down into a garage where a group of the other gangsters already stood beside the black car rolled up by the base of the stairs. 

Standing in the middle with an arm resting against the roof of the vehicle, Bucky’s gaze swiftly landed upon you as you ascended the stone steps. 

“Well,” the mob boss’ eyes roamed your form, “don’t you look pretty.”

Biting your tongue, you greeted him politely, “Mr Barnes.”

“Shall we go?” he cracked open one of the car doors. 

“Where?” you tried, though your question only caused him to breathe out a smile as he ignored it and instead commanded softly. 

“Get in the car, angel,” his metal arm rested atop the door. 

Riding in a different vehicle than you, it was Clint who slipped in behind the wheel of your car and drove you the silent route towards the mysterious destination. 

Though once the car came to a stop, the door to your left cracked open from the outside and there to greet you was an outstretched metal hand to help you exit. 

You didn’t recognise the building that loomed before you, though it was grand and opulent with large steps leading you and all the other arrivals up to what sounded like a party already buzzing on.

“So, you needed a date,” you exhaled as Barnes took your arm and began to lead you up the stairs, a cluster of his men shadowing behind you both. 

“No,” he cocked his head, “I didn’t need it...”

Casting your glance around at the other guests that passed, you asked, “what kinda party is this anyway? Let me guess, human trafficking auction?” you were completely serious, though still managed to make the gangster laugh gently. 

“It’s a wedding,” his chuckle finished billowing out of his lungs, “or a funeral,” he tilted his head, “I'm not quite sure.”

“How could you not be sure?” you shot him a glance as you reached the top of the steps and he dragged you inside the marbled halls, “there’s a pretty significant difference.”

“They all just kinda melt together at this point,” he sighed, “I have at least one of these a week I gotta show my face at, just out of respect.” 

Taking a look around, you uttered, “well, do you at least know who this funeral wedding is for?”

“No fucking clue,” he exhaled before following the signs and leading you into the venue’s ballroom.

Turns out it was a wedding for some couple you hadn’t yet spotted, though you’d already read their names a thousand times with all the stuff they were plastered upon. 

You stayed quiet and lingered by Bucky’s side as he shook some people’s hands and made some small talk before the two of you found yourselves seated at one of the many round tables in the hall. 

Blinking up at the floral centrepiece, your fingers fiddled with the white tablecloth as the hours rolled by. Soon, not only the complementary glass of champagne you’d been handed back when you arrived was sloshing in your belly, but also quite a bit more alcohol as you decided that was a good tool to make the evening more bearable. 

It however also came with the hindrance of boosting your cockiness as you eventually found yourself poking the bear. 

“You know for a big bad gangster,” you stared over at him, leaned back in the seat next to yours, “you’re actually not that scary up close,” you pursed your lips, causing a chuckle to rumble within his chest because of just how untrue that statement was, “smiling at everyone, being polite. Are you sure you really are the big bad winter solider? The king of New York with no heart and only an imagination for torture…”

“Well…” he huffed out a short laugh as he met your gaze, “don’t you have me just all figured out.”

“Some of your guys may have filled me in a bit,” you tilted your head. 

“Have they now?” he continued to look amused. 

“Yeah, well, a bit at least,” you seized your glass and took another sip.

As you placed the flute back down on the table and rested your cheek in a propped-up palm, your stare only intensified into a squint as Bucky’s eyes flickered back around the room.

But as his gaze fluttered back to notice your gawking, he muttered, “what?”

“Why aren’t you mean tonight?” you uttered through the haze fuzzing up your mind. 

Tongue flicking out to wet his lips, his eyes briefly dipped before he uttered, “do you want me to be mean?” a playful smirk twitched at the corner of his lip in a threat to appear. 

“Is it all just a lie?” you asked, the subtext of his previous words flowing directly over your dizzy head. 

“What?”

Squinting back at him, you then breathed, “there’s always a part of me that’s still scared, imagining what you might do to me… but now,” you slowly drew out, “I don’t think you’re actually ever gonna do anything,” you blindly decided, “that’s not really who you are, they’re all just empty threats…” 

“Hm…” he hummed, a slight smile blooming upon his lips as he stared back at you, “okay…” before he leaned in closer to utter, “and just what makes you think that I haven’t already?” your face immediately dropped as his words caused your frame to freeze up, “tell me, Y/n,” his breath fanned across your cheeks, “did you sleep well last night? Or the night before for that matter, or–, well, just during the time you’ve spent here with me?”

As your shock not only showed in your expression but also in your complete lack of speech, he simply grinned back at your stunned features before grabbing you by the hand and breaking the moment. 

“Come on,” he dragged you with him as he then stood up himself, “let’s dance.”

With an argument on the tip of your tongue, the appendage, just as the rest of you, still remained too dumbfounded for it to come to fruition. You didn’t manage to gather your wits once again till he had you on the middle of the floor, wide hand on your waist as you swayed to the music. 

As his hold slowly tightened and he brought you closer to his broad frame, your breath suddenly hitched as you blinked up into his eyes, the air between you growing thick. The hand that grasped your own near swallowed your palm in a dizzying contrast. Goosebumps began to erupt across your skin as you felt your heartbeat thump not only in your chest, but also much further south, a mortifying clue to the dark truth you hoped he didn’t somehow notice. 

Gliding his palm up the length of your spine, it came to rest between your shoulder blades as he then drew you in closer and your gaze fell to the band strumming over his shoulder. 

“Does the thought of me playing with you at night turn you on?” he whispered in your ear and continued to gently sway you to the music, “because if you want me to wake you, all you have to do is ask. Though my attempts so far at rubbing your luck off on me have been rather eventful, I’m still sure it would be better if you gave me a bit of a hand…” 

Tilting your head back to blink up at him, you thought you were gonna spit him in the face for making such an accusation, till your stare acted of its own accord and fluttered down to fixate on his lips. 

It almost felt as if they were calling for you, begging you closer like a stubborn magnet. But before you could close the short distance that kept you two apart, Barton appeared in your periphery and tapped his boss on the shoulder. 

As he leaned in to whisper in his ear, you couldn’t pick up on the words over the music, though watched as Bucky’s face swiftly grew hard. 

“What’s going on?” you asked as the secretive message came to an end and the mobster’s wide hands faded from your frame. 

Ignoring your question, Bucky instead cast his glance over your head at one of the men behind you and ordered sternly, “Stark? Get her home, now.”

“What’s happening?” you tried again, though without success as Tony dragged you away and the remaining gathered to converse in hushed tones.

Perhaps it was because of the chaos of whatever was happening, perhaps just a simple mistake, but when you returned back to the manor, the shackle wasn’t reunited with your ankle. 

Not willing to let that gift slip through your fingers, you soon grasped that opportunity tight and made an attempt at your escape. 

Sneaking down the many hallways, you successfully hid from a handful of gruff-looking men before you realised you couldn’t remember the path to the garage or any other way out of the labyrinth of a building that kept you swallowed in the dark. 

However, your mission turned into a swiftly sinking ship as soon as you rounded the wrong corner and crossed the threshold of the last room you should have entered. 

In the centre of the space stood two chairs, both with individuals strapped to them, though only one of them was still alive. Before the seated pair and with his back turned to your frozen-up form, there stood Bucky. Returned from the party and with both his jacket and tie torn off, his sleeves were rolled up though still tainted in small crimson flecks of the deed he’d just done. 

“Come on, Vladimir…” Barnes uttered as he kneeled down in front of the battered man still breathing, neither he nor the other members in the room haven noticed you in the doorway, “just give me what I want and we can wrap this up.”

Wheezing painfully through his broken nose, the man met Bucky’s steely gaze before fulfilling his request, “…I’m sorry…”

“Hm?” he leaned in pettily, “what was that?”

“I’m sorry,” the tied-up man repeated with a laboured huff.

“Okay, getting there,” he nodded, “what are you sorry for?”

“I’m sorry for killing Bruce…” the name rolled off Vladimir’s tongue like a crackle to a bonfire. 

“And?” Bucky fished. 

“For hurting you…” 

“See? That wasn’t so bad now,” Barnes straightened back up, “an apology, a life for the one you took from me, and now there’s just one last thing left to do, and then we’re even,” he then took one step back and conjured his gun. Aiming it at the Russian, barely a second passed before a shot deafened everyone’s ears and a bullet blasted through the tied-up man’s arm, mirroring the injuries Bucky himself had sustained. The loud blast and the bloodcurdling scream that tore from Vladimir, however, caught you so off guard that a shriek slipped from you as you flinched, revealing your presence as everybody’s eyes suddenly shifted to train on you. Glancing over his shoulder, Bucky grunted, “what are you doing out? What is she doing out?” he shot his glare in the direction of Steve off to the side, “Rogers? Get her back into bed.”

“Yes, boss,” his right-hand man swiftly nodded before catching up to you in two long steps and seizing your arm. 

And as you were dragged back to your doom, your eyes caught the tail end as Barnes let out a sigh and turned back around to face his victim, “now, where were we? Right! I believe the other one was right around here,” another gunshot echoed in the manor as he shot Vladimir’s arm once more, “and now, we can’t forget about the ones that only skimmed me, so get up and don’t fucking flinch, it’s on you if I hit your lung.”

The chain reunited with your ankle jingled as you twisted on the bed to cast your gaze out the window. Heavy rain hammered against the tall panes as the restless city twinkled through the darkness of the night. In the corner of the room, Steve watched up like a hawk as you continuously failed to find rest. 

But then, just as you thought you felt your heartbeat return to a normal rhythm, the double doors burst open and in paced Bucky. 

“Is she awake?” he huffed, though didn’t wait for an answer before he heatedly went on, “okay, great.”

As his rushed steps halted by the foot of your bed, the look in his eye caused your body to shudder.  

“Rogers?” he kept his cold stare glued on you as he uttered, “go wait outside.”

Though you silently pleaded with your eyes for the mobster to stay, it was no use as Steve swiftly shut the doors behind him. 

As the man before you then shifted, your wide eyes finally noticed the bundle of rope in his grasp as he began to unravel it. Scrambling back, you didn’t manage to crawl far away before Bucky caught the chain and yanked it hard enough to force your frame down towards him. Though your struggling finally fizzled out when the gangster pulled out his gun, the very gun he’d just ended a life with, and aimed it at your head to get you to comply. 

“You know,” he uttered gruffly like a pent-up bull, “I’ve been nice, I’ve been real well behaved, kept my manners intact, been a goddamn gentleman,” the heavy weapon in his hand tilted slightly to emphasise his words, “but evidently, that’s not what you need to learn your fucking place,” he fumed before letting out a low exhale, “that’s alright…”

“Bucky, please,” tears blurred your vision as you held up your palms, “I-I understand, I’m sorry, you don’t have to do this.” 

“Oh, but I do…” he sighed almost softly as he then kneeled down closer and let the tip of the cool barrel stroke your cheek, “…if you don’t break a horse, then she’ll never be tamed…” his eyes trailed after the line he drew before it flickered up to find your own, “now give me your hands,” he ordered and hesitantly, you shakily obeyed. 

Since you couldn’t stay in your place, he simply had to tie you down better. 

Unfurling the rope in his grasp, the mobster then fastened the cord around not only both of your wrists, but also your free ankle. After each of the tight knots were tied off, he yanked each appendage to the nearest corner of the bedframe, spreading your limbs till you looked like a starfish on the mattress. 

Taking a step back to admire his handiwork, his fingers then dipped down into his pocket before a slight furrow found his brow as his touch didn’t locate the item he fished for. Placing the heavy gun in his palm down on the fireplace mantel, he then closed the distance towards the exit and cracked open the door just a smidge. 

“Rogers?” he extended a hand through the sliver, “give me your knife,” to which a switchblade was swiftly placed in his palm, replacing his own which was still lodged deeply inside the corpse of the Russian in the other room. 

Slamming the door behind him, he then crossed the room and silently began to cut your clothes off. The black gown you still wore came off with only a few slices, though your underwear, that he took his time with, slowly grazing the blade over your goosebump-ridden flesh before nicking the cotton clinging tightly to your frame. 

Once you were bare before him, his feet shuffled back slightly as he let his stare soak up every millimetre of you. 

A hand floated up to tug on his tie and loosen it slightly from around the collar still dappled with the blood of his enemy. Folding closed the knife with a faint flourish, he then sank down into the armchair directly behind him. The tattered panties he’d sliced from you were still clutched tightly in his hand as his eyes stayed glued upon your frame. Bringing the fabric up to his nose, his blue eyes then fluttered closed for a second as he breathed deeply, letting the scent of you flood his senses. 

But as he stuffed the cotton down into his pocket and let his palm drift to somewhere else, your eyes grew even wider as you gasped, “what are you–”

“Just shut up, please,” he groaned, sounding like he was at his very last straw as he brashly began to rub himself through his pants, “just for one fucking second, don’t be a brat.”

Your jaw couldn’t help but hit the floor as he shamelessly pulled out his cock, letting the intimidating hardness spring free of its confines before he spit in his palm and enclosed his fist around the fat girth. You wanted to look away, you truly did, but you just couldn’t, a flaw he obviously noticed. 

“You’re unbelievable…” he chuckled as his fist silkily stroked up and down his cock, the mixture of his own spit and the precum beading at the tip caused a sloppy melody to fill the room at each and every twist, “I mean, me being into you, that’s one thing, that makes sense, you’re the closest thing to magic that I’ve ever experienced, so of course that’s enough to get me going, but you… you’re the very textbook definition of a good girl and here you are pining after–, how was it again you put it? A superstitious fuck?” 

Stunned at his accusation, you tried to tear your stare away, “I don’t know what you’re talking about…”

“Really? Well, I didn’t take you for a fool, but hey,” he tilted his head, “some folks are just that disconnected to their own feelings.”

Blinking back at him, you scoffed faintly, “you’re crazy, I’m not–…” but you couldn’t even say it out loud as you, deep down, knew that it was a lie. 

“Oh yeah?” he cocked a brow, finding your flustered state amusing, “then why did you almost kiss me tonight?”

“I–…I was drunk.” 

Letting out a dark chuckle, “alright, sure,” he then rose from his seat and crawled up on the bed with you before he buried his face between your parted thighs, “if you despise me so much, then why are you so fucking wet?” his hot breath fanned across your core. 

“I’m not–,” you tried, though your attempt then fell short as he proved you wrong, reaching out his touch to tickle at your lightly and let the wet sounds of your arousal slosh into your soul. 

“Hm?” the broad pad of his thumb gently brushed over your glistening petals, making them part for him, “if this isn’t because deep down you want me, then why? I’d love to hear you try and explain your way out of this one…”

“I-I–…” your eyes fluttered as you tried to fight the feeling, “I don’t…” 

Laughing lightly through the scoff that then bubbled out of him, he averted his gaze and said, “okay, fine. You wanna play that game?” his eyes flickered back up to find yours, “if you need a bit of help in order to admit the truth, then that’s what you’ll get,” he uttered before suddenly stuffing two of his fingers inside of you. 

Craning his neck, he tilted down to catch a taste. You tried to hold back your moans as his digits caressed you, but the softness of his velvety tongue came as such a shock that a little squeak managed to slip out past your lips. 

“I mean, if it’s any consolation,” his stubbly chin glimmered with your essence as he retracted slightly to smirk, “I personally think it’s kinda cute that you have a crush on me like a little schoolgirl…” 

He then sent his palm down upon your pussy in a wet smack, before repeating the action a couple of times to echo the jolt it shot through your body. 

“Fuck…” he groaned in a low rumble, “you are so much more pretty awake…” he revealed casually, “sure, you make some cute noises in your sleep, but not like this,” you instinctually tried to stifle the uncontrollable whimpers that flowed from your lungs, “you should really be thanking me for all of the time and effort I’ve put into stretching this little hole of yours out,” his fingers continued to pump in and out of you, “if I hadn’t, well then you might just split in two when I finally get my cock in there.” 

And as he leaned down to lap you up once more, you curled your toes as you felt him push you closer to the edge. 

“Mr Barnes…” you attempted with an air of respect through your pants, “please don’t–…”

“Why? Because it makes you want to kiss me again?” he teasingly taunted you before continuing his persistent licks, bullying your clit into submission. 

And as he kept going, even as you gasped, “stop–, a-ah!” he still kept his lips locked around your puffy pearl long after a gush of squirt wept around his fingers, keeping his efforts up till your hips were bucking back in sensitivity. 

But when his kiss finally ceased, he let some of your juices, that had flooded into his mouth, trickle out past his lips and back down onto your pussy, “fuck…” his low groan nearly caused the whole room to rumble, “nasty little cunt…” before he slapped your throbbing core once more, watching as the last little trickle weakly leaked out and soaked the sheets below. 

Lifting himself up to hover above your constricted form, you then squirmed as you felt him nudge the bulbous tip of him against you. 

“Does the idea of liking, or even loving, someone like me scare you that much?” he uttered as he gathered up your slick and smeared it with his cock, “does it make you feel all wrong and icky inside that I of all people make you feel the way that you do?” 

All of the air in your lungs was then suddenly knocked clean out as he, with one long stroke, slipped all the way inside, before pulling right back out to tap the weight of him against your poor clit with the hold he had at his base. 

“You won’t spontaneously combust if you admit it out loud, you know…”

He repeated the motion, plugging you up completely before he denied your cunt the chance of getting used to the stretch. 

“I just wanna hear you say it…”

And on the next time he filled you up to the brim, this time his hips didn’t retract.

Reeling as you fought to comprehend the manner his girth split you open, you gasped weakly, “I can’t…”

“Hmm…” his eyes above you narrowed slightly before he pointed out, “that’s not a no,” and he began to move, “finally getting somewhere…”

The gangster was in no way gentle as he started to fuck your pussy, the selfish force of it caused your body to jostle every time his heavy balls tapped against your slick skin, thereby conducting a lewd beat each time he slammed into you. 

Lowing himself to get even closer to you, his nose ghosted against your own from the proximity. The gesture made you assume that he was about to press his lips to yours, though they never touched, even as your own instincts overwhelmed you and made you dizzily tilt up to try and close the gap, “nah-ah-ah,” he swiftly clicked his tongue and moved out of your reach, “admit the truth and then I’ll kiss you all you want.”

With his length still embedded deep within you, he sat back up. His fingers dented your hips as he grabbed onto them and then began to sink them harshly down against his own, lifting your frame entirely off of the mattress as he used you like a toy. 

“Oh god…” you whimpered as your eyes fluttered down to notice the faint bulge that appeared in your lower abdomen, the thrusting imprint of his size visibly showing just how deep he buried himself inside of you. 

Once he’d plopped your hips back down onto the bed, his hands then instead floated up to play with your tits, the rhythm he offered you causing them to jiggle in his palms. Though once he’d fiercely pinched your nipples and parted ways in a brief tap, his fingers then drifted further down south till his right hand found your puffy clit. 

Casting his glance down as he rubbed your pearl, a smirk appeared on his lip as he spotted the way your cream coated his girth. Sweeping down to smear his touch against it, what he did next caught you so off guard that you jostled wildly in your binds in an attempt to hit him for his audacity.

“Ahh!” you yelped as he stuffed two of his fingers in your pussy alongside his already overwhelming girth, “Buck, no, it’s too much!” 

But your squeak only caused him to chuckle as he stared down at the way your little hole struggled to take what he gave it, clinging around him so tightly that loud groans began to billow from him as he soon painted your insides white and pumped you full of his cum. 

With heavy breaths, he withdrew his dick, though let his digits stay inside your warmth. 

“Maybe in time you could become more than just my good luck charm…” he murmured as he flopped down to curl closer to your core, “would you like that?” he nipped at one of your thighs as his load slowly began to leak around his thick fingers, “does the idea of me falling down to my knees before you and declaring my undying love entice you, angel?” 

“You’ll just have to do better,” he continued as his digits began to twist within you, “let me mould you and make you perfect for me,” another one of his fingers was stuffed inside of you, causing your eyes to flutter, “just let go,” he breathed, “shut off your brain and let it become a leaky mess just like your pussy already is for me,” he worked another digit into your creamy cunt before grazing the last one against your stretched out opening, “you don’t need to think, you just need to do exactly as I tell you to and everything will be okay,” his tone was soft as his thumb curled close to the others and sank into your pussy with a pop, “just break for me, it’s okay,” your body was shaking beneath him as his entire fist slowly twisted within you, “you’ll be so much more perfect ruined…”

Tears were streaming down your face as you unravelled once more, trembling violently as your pussy clamped down around his wide hand so tightly that it was forced all the way out, a drizzle of your nectar once again spraying out at the intensity. 

“Alright!” you let out a sob, “alright… I–… I don’t understand it… but, I–…” you caught his eye and confessed, “ever since the moment I met you, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you… even when I fall asleep, it’s like you’re haunting me in my dreams…” a faint shake found your head as you blinked up at him through your blurry vision, “I don’t wanna feel this way. But–… I do.”

It seemed as though time stood still as Bucky stared down at you, an unreadable expression tinting his features before he finally shifted, slowly leaning down over you and inching closer before he finally pressed his lips to your own.

A faint whimper was muffled against his kiss as you felt the world crumble around you. 

“That wasn’t so hard, was it now…” he breathed as he ended the soft peck, “say it again,” his hand slid over your jaw, “practice makes perfect.”

Blinking up into his eyes, you uttered from the bottom of your heart, “I am yours,” a single tear rolled down your cheek as you still trembled beneath him. 

“Damn right you are…” his lips tilted into a smile. 

Fishing out the borrowed switchblade that still rested within the gangster’s pocket, he then sliced through the ropes and constricted you. 

Tangling your arms around his neck as you sat up, you captured his lips once again and felt his touch slide down under your ass before he scooped you into his lap. Your sore pussy wept against his cock, once again throbbing and hard as a rock against your core. As your tongue danced against his own, you couldn’t help but scramble even closer, pressing your body impossibly close to his own as you grinded down against him. 

“You are mine,” he groaned as he manhandled your frame in his hold and sank you back down onto his fat dick, “you are my most prized possession,” your bodies met in sticky claps as the aftermath of the rough round moments before still oozed all over this one where passion crackled behind both of your own desperate efforts, “I will never let you go,” he blinked up into your eyes as you rode him, both of you clinging to each other as the end crept ever nearer, “always need you–,” his sentence was briefly broken up by a moan as you rolled your hips, your pussy gripping around him and squeezing him tightly, “need you by my side…” 

Once your synced-up orgasms had both shuddered your senses and you were sharing each other’s breath, your eyes remained locked as his throbbing cock stayed buried deep within you.

“So, what now?” your chest rose and fell as you whispered into the night, the pitter-patter of rain splashing against your windows once again catching your attention as it swept over and mingled with your laboured pants of breath.  

Not shifting his gaze, his eyes briefly scanned your own in search of any ounce of deception, before his fingers dipped down into his pocket and conjured a tiny key, “now,” and he stretched down to undo the chain at your ankle. The click of the lock felt like a gasp of real air was finally filling your depraved lungs, “I take you to my room,” and he manoeuvred you around to slink one arm in behind your knees while the other stayed fast at your spine. As he rose from the bed, he plucked you up with him as well, carrying you in his hold as he exited the bedroom. 

© 2024 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[sturncrazy]

SECRET KINK

Chris Sturniolo x y/n (fem!)

(anyone else = green)

warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT!!NSFW 18+

this is from a request for a breeding kink soooo!! hope u enjoyyyy🫶🫶

(breeding kink…obvi, no protection, pet names, praise, lang, and light mentions of drinking at beginning)

authors note: GUYS!!! sorry it’s been a fucking MINUTE!!! schools been whopping my ass but i’m back babyyyyyy!! and to the baddie that sent in a request lemme say girl don’t apologize for being into the breeding kink stuff cause i think it’s hot too🫶💋

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“here❤️” you texted chris,

pulling your car into the driveway.

“doors open❤️ the boys are still here, dw they’ll head out in a bit”

“nw! i wanna say hi” you checked your makeup in your mirror. you and chris had been dating for almost a year and you spent a chunk of the week sleeping at each others houses. chris had been having a “boys night” with his brothers and their friend, and you could hear their voices shouting over video games as you walked in the door.

“hi boys!” you said entering the living room. you were received with a serises of enthusiastic grins, but none of them seemed able to budge from their game. you walked up to chris and gave him a kiss on top of his head.

“hi beautiful” he grinned at you briefly

“hi hon—ooh! can i have one?” you asked, glancing at the table full of beer cans.

“yeah of course! help yourself” chris said, returning his focus back to the game.

“oh man fuck you” said nate, throwing down his controller in defeat. you chuckled and snagged yourself a can out of the fridge. nate fussed around the coffee table, already bored.

“what’s this” he said, holding up a card game box.

“some shit we got as PR, but it’s a drinking game i think? don’t know, we can’t exactly post about it” chris said, momentarily glancing up from his video game. nate unwrapped it and flipped through the deck.

“damn these are crazy” he said, his eyes going wide.

“really?” matt said, clearly uninterested.

“yeah like, just straight up asks your body count or take a shot”

“ooooo how improper” you mocked. nate gave you the finger, kiddingly.

“read me one. i’ll be the judge of how fun the game actually is” the video game was becoming increasingly boring to watch

“okay, tough guy” nate said, skimming for a better card. his eyebrows raised, apparently landing on one

“what’s the craziest kink you have? drink half your drink if you don’t answer” you sucked in your lips, and raised your can to your mouth.

“oooooo” nick chimed in

“bet chris already knows that one” nate said, slapping chris on the shoulder. chris laughed, his tongue folding over the front of his top teeth forming a cocky expression.

“nuh uh, you couldn’t waterboard that shit out of me” you snorted. chris shot you a curious look.

“weird game, probably meant for horny high schoolers” you quickly tried to end the conversation and settled down on the couch next to chris, wrapping an arm around his shoulder and your fingers into his hair. he smiled up at you and gave you a kiss on the cheek, which resulted in him getting killed off in the game.

“aw shit” he muttered

“sorry babe” you chuckled

“YES! FUCK YEAH! I WIN!” nick yelled moments later, while matt chucked his remote half across the room.

“who’s playing me again?” nick asked, eager for another victory.

“not me man, i gotta get home and get some sleep” nate stretched.

“i can give you a ride” matt said, reaching for his car keys

“sweet. alright, bye brotha” nate said, pulling chris in for a half hug

“bye, y/n” he continued, tussling the top of your hair in a familial way.

“night, nate!” you laughed out as he and matt headed for the door.

“wanna get to bed soon? i’m pretty wiped out” you said turning to chris

“yeah sure thing. i just need to shower” he smiled up at you.

“let’s head downstairs” he patted your leg, urging you to stand up and took your hand, leading you to his room in the basement.

“night nick!” you shouted out

“uh huh” he half answered, clearly engulfed in another game. you followed chris and padded down the steps to the lower level. chris had claimed this floor his and had done a nice job with it, particularly since you helped. it was cozy and felt secluded. plus, the privacy of being two floors from where his brothers slept was an added bonus. you flopped onto chris’s bed and reached for the tv remote.

“cool if i take a shower now?” he asked, you nodded

“okay…better not be asleep when i get out” while chris was in the shower you snagged one of his old t shirts and tossed it on as a nightshirt. your eyelids were just growing heavy, when you heard his bathroom door pop open. chris walked out in plaid pj pants, shirtless, rubbing a towel against his damp hair. he looked effortlessly hot—enough to wake you back up. he gave you a smile

“i love seeing you in my clothes” you continued to stare dumbly at his body, you’d never get over the sight of him.

“you fallin asleep?”

“well now i’m up” you said dramatically giving him a once over, eyes wide.

“little freak” he mumbled, bending over you to give you a kiss.

“dick” you teased, shoving him playfully. he crashed down on the bed next to you. you moved your head to his bare chest. he wrapped an arm around your shoulders pulling you close, before speaking against the top of your hair

“hey speaking of you being a freak”

“oh?” you laughed shooting him a look.

“was nate right that i’d know your answer in that game?”

“well…” you struggled for words a moment too long, chris caught on and pulled back to look you in the eyes. his mouth ajar in a shocked smile

“WHAT?! WHAT IS IT?! cmon y/n you have to tell me”

“what?? no way! nope!” you shook your head vigorously

“what? that’s so not fair. why not?”

“cause…i dunno it’s embarrassing. nuh uh” you felt your face begin to flush.

“we’ve had sex like a million times. and you’re telling me THIS is embarrassing?!”

“okay well that stuff is different”

“what stuff”

“like…fantasy…y’know?”

“oh so you’ve had FANTASIES you’re hiding from me” nothing you were saying was deteriorating chris’s curiosity.

“well no not fantasies but like stuff i’d never ACTUALLY do”

“you’re killing me here please TELL ME”

“NO!” you dragged the word out and rolled into a ball away from him, laughing. chris clamored on top of you and rolled you onto your back, pinning your arms down on either side of your head forcing you to look at him

“tell me right now i swear to god” he said smiling down at you, his still wet hair brushing against his eyes. you hated to admit the way he was holding you down was already turning you on.

“you’re gonna think i’m weirddd” you whined

“no i WONT! i promise” he let go of one wrist and offered you his pinky. you locked yours with him and widened your eyes

“you SWEAR you won’t judge me”

“cross my heart hope to die”

“you’re an idiot”

“just TELL ME”

“OKAY OKAY” you pushed him off you and sat up, facing him.

“but just to be clear, i’m not saying we’d ever like do it. i’m totally happy never doing this it’s just like a weird thing—“

“ehhhh whatever enough spit it out” chris said cutting you off. you rolled your eyes at his childish behavior and took a deep breath in.

“okay fine. i guess i’ve always kinda had a breeding kink?” you winced at your own confession. chris raised an eyebrow

“i mean i’ve never done anything to act on it, but like the idea of it is just hot to me…i know it’s weird”

“so is it just the idea of like not pulling out?” his tone was impossible to read and you felt your palms begin a nervous sweat, what if this freaked him out?

“no-well i mean— that’s a part of it yeah—but not just that, y’know?” chris nodded, taking in what you’re saying.

“but you’re on birth control right? like nothing would actually…?” he raised his hand, in gesture to what he meant.

“oh no, i guess it’s sorta more a role play thing? it’s not that i actually’d wanna get pregnant, just more the idea of pretending like that—i—it’s weird i know—sorry—“

“i don’t think so” he cut you off, shaking his head. you froze slightly

“you don’t?” he gave you a small smirk

“no, i get” you felt your heart beat heavily against your chest. he studied your face for a moment, the silence in the room drowned out by the obvious tension, before he suddenly broke out of it.

“so, what are we watching?” he asked lightly, lying back with his an arm behind his head and facing the tv. you felt a small wave of disappointment at the sudden shift, but went with it.

“oh i dunno, nothing looks great” you sighed, lying back down onto chris’s chest. he mumbled a response into the top of your head, his free hand softly brushing up and down your arm. you picked back up the remote and continued to flip through the screen. you landed on an old comfort show and before you knew it the conversation seemed like ancient history. chris eventually moved his arm from yours to around your waist. you raised a leg over his. your eyes flitted down to his fingertips where he was playing with the hem of his shirt you were wearing. he mustve noticed because he began to pull the fabric up higher, exposing even more of your barely covered lower half. you looked up at him and raised an eyebrow.

“what?” he chuckled

“whatcha doing there christopher”

“nothing” he mused, watching his own hands fumble with the shirt, the occasional bump of his cold fingertips against your skin sending little jolts through your body

“y’just look so sexy like this” he mumbled

“oh yeah?” his hands now lightly grazing your bare hip bone, the angle of your body being the only thing keeping you from behind entirely exposed.

“mhm. gets me all worked up”

“how worked up” you said in a innocent tone, looking up at him with doe eyes before sliding the hand your had from his stomach to his crotch. his eyes screwed shut and he let out a small hiss as your palm reached his already stiff clothed length. you scoffed lightly.

“hard for me already, huh?” you began to rub your hand against him, adding some pressure. chris squirmed under your touch, a faint groan escaping him. he nodded.

“aww poor thing. want me to help you out?” you said in a sweetly, palming his dick harder. he nodded his head, again, vigorously. you removed your hand to spit on it and he watched you wide eyed. you bit your lip in a smile, loving getting to see his face contort in desperation as you moved your hand down the waistband of his pjs. you wrapped your grip around his hard cock, it twitched against your touch and he let out an unsteady breath. you kept your eyes on him as you began to pump your hand up and down his length, watching him let out small moans and grasp at the sheets nearby.

“oh—fuck—“ chris sighed out. throwing his head back, his eyes rolling back into the sockets. his obvious enjoyment only made you want to hear more. you began to leave wet open mouthed kisses on his chest and moved down, slowly. his stomach flexed against each kiss and he whined against your teasing. you reached his waistband and looked up at him. he lifted his hips, allowing you to discard the pjs. his throbbing cock, still slick with your spit, slapped against his stomach. you returned your hand to wrap around the base of it and brought your lips to leave a sloppy kiss on its flushed tip. he shuddered before you began to lower down, sinking his dick into your mouth. you bobbed your head up and down, a trail of spit leaving your mouth. chris’s groans and curses filled the room in harmony with your occasional gags against his length. you felt one of his large hands reach for the back of your head. you tried to prepare yourself for him to push you further down, fucking your throat as he often liked to, but we’re surprised when he yanked your hair back, pulling you off of him. you looked up at him in confusion. he smirked and reached for your waist to bring you closer to him

“can’t cum yet baby” he lifted you onto his lap, his lips brushing yours

“don’t wanna waste any of it” he rasped against your mouth

“wha—“ you tried to question, as he wrapped an arm around your waist and tossed you onto your back. he pinned you, wrists by your head, and leaned down

“you heard me” he said cockily, before beginning to kiss you. you almost managed to fight for more answers, but chris began to grind his exposed rock hard dick up against your pussy and your mind went blank.

“oh—god—“ you moaned dumbly, raising your hips higher to meet his motion. his cock began to run up and down against your slick bare folds, brushing your clit repeatedly.

“such a good girl—so wet for me” he breathed out, the tip of his dick just barely adding pressure against your throbbing entrance. you heaved and thrashed underneath him. he kept your arms pinned and savored watching you become even more desperate.

“chris���please—“

he leaned down, his lips brushing against yours, and slide his hands to lock into yours.

“you ready baby?” he rasped out, letting go of your hands. you nodded and moaned against him.

“good” he said with a kiss before beginning to slide himself deep into your core. you let out a whimper as the tip of his dick pressed up against your most sensitive spot. a groan tumbled from chris’s lips and his eyes rolled back at the feeling of your walls fully tightening around him.

“god you feel so good, baby” he mumbled, before pulling back out of you almost fully

“please—fuck me, chris—“ you almost cried out, your pussy aching for more.

“—i need it so bad”

“yeah? you need my dick, honey?” he said sweetly, smirking down at you. you whined again and nodded as he thrusted deep into you again.

“oh god—yes—“ your fingernails reached to latch themselves deep into the flesh of his shoulders as he began to find a steady slow rhythm in and out and in and out of your squelching wet core. Chris’s eyes scanned your face and body lying beneath him as he fucked into you. they landed on your stomach and he licked his lips at the sight.

“fuck—look—can see me inside you—“

sure enough, his hard length created a bulge against your stomach with each thrust deep into you. Chris lowered a hand to press against it. you bit your lip and sighed out, too overwhelmed with pleasure to speak. He nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck, groaning against your skin and bit your earlobe lightly.

“can’t wait to fuck a baby into you” he hoarsely whispered

“what—“ you half moan out, still too consumed with pleasure to think straight

“you heard me, sweetheart—gonna fill you up and stuff your little pussy—you’ll look so pretty all full of my cum”

your stomach twisted and your heart raced. you couldn’t help but let out an almost pornographic moan at chris’s words.

“you want me to give you a baby? huh, princess?”

“fuck yes—-please—“ you said, desperately. chris continues to slam into you, perfectly hitting where you needed him most. he gave you a passionate kiss before saying against your lips

“you gonna take every drop of my load, right?“

“yes chris—i promise—“

“such a good girl”

“don’t fucking stop—fuck—“

“Don’t worry, I’m gonna give your pussy all the cum it deserves” he started to pick up the pace of his even plunges into you and the sound of your skin slapping against his began to echo in the room.

“gonna get you all big and fat and pregnant. well make the prettiest baby in the world”

“oh god—feels so fucking good—“ you whimper

“you ready, baby? want my cum in you now?” chris groaned, breathlessly. you felt your walls tighten around him as the familiar knot in your stomach started to form.

“yes—-please—fuck chris fill me with your cum—“ his dick twitched inside you at your words

“you’re gonna make such a perfect mommy—you’re doing so good for me gorgeous—just keep taking me just like that—”

the knot in your stomach begins to reach its last moments

“Chris—fuck—I’m gonna cum—“ you cry out

“good girl—cum all over my cock, sweetheart—“ Chris huffed out, coaxing you to release. your hearing begins to buzz as you feel yourself come undone. Chris continues to fuck you through your high as his motions begin to get more sloppy, the clenching of your walls bringing him closer to cumming.

“Ohhh—oh shit baby—“ he began to whine

“mmm that’s it—cum in me, chris—put your baby in me” you sigh out, wrapping your arms around his neck as you start to regain your senses

“ohh—nggh—i’m cumming—fuck, baby—-here it comes—“ chris pants as he roughly thrusts into you, his thighs and upper arms shaking slightly.

“OHHHH—“ his brow furrows as his release takes over. he lets out a loud moan as he haults, his cock buried all the way inside you. he shoots hot, thick, strands of his cum deep inside your walls, and then collapses against your body. the two of you try to regain your breath. chris lifts himself back up to look down at you and gives you a kiss, still buried inside you. you smile against his lips.

“how was that” he breathed out

“fucking perfect” you giggled

“yeah? i think so too” he chuckled, giving you a peck before lifting himself higher off you to pull out of you. he removed himself, gently trying to be aware of your sensitivity. you whined at the loss a little. he sits back and stares between your legs where your entrances still pulsates slightly, his cum leaking out. his jaw went slack

“what?” you giggled again, feeling a little embarrassed

“i could get used to seeing that” he said, not pulling his eyes away

“chrissss” you whine, attempting to shut your legs. he stops you with his arms

“nuh uh” he says before taking two of his fingers up to collect his cum and shoving them back inside you. you let out a sharp moan at the sudden feeling. he leans back over you with a smirk

“can’t waste any” he said, giving you yet another kiss

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HEHE

hope u guys like this one

ITS GOOD TO BE BACK!!!!

💋

[pupyuj]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE WRITE extremely dom! yujin who gets off on degrading bratty sub! reader (bonus if the do the cuddle cuddle at the end) (g!p is appreciated 💞💞, it's alright if u don't vibe it though)

p.s. - sana maganda po yung araw nyo ‼️‼️ muchmuchmuch love from your ph followers ate ena 💞

long time no drabble but i am here with a mission to get back into the swing of things and not let laziness take over me! 😤‼️ anyways SALAMATTT i hope you have an amazing day too anon (pakisabi na lang sa friends ko from back home na miss na miss ko na sila HAHAHA char) 🥺💕

your troubled loser of a girlfriend with a messy job, dysfunctional family, and deep, dark interpersonal issues that she spends absolutely no time fixing and instead, treats you like trash in the bedroom bcs that’s the only way she can have control of things! 🫢 when she comes home and she doesn't call out to you sweetly... you know something is amiss! especially when you poke your head out of the kitchen and see that state she's in—necktie loose, her blazer hastily thrown to the couch, her shirt a bit wrinkled with two buttons unbound... signs that she has not been very calm on the drive home 😭😭

doesn't share a word with you and just kisses you, but it wasn't the type of kiss that got you feeling butterflies in your stomach! it was the kind that had yujin ripping your apron off of you and dragging you up the stairs really harshly! but ofc only such treatment would be tolerated by an equally psychotic lover... so obviously you loved it whenever yujin got like this 🤭👀 feeling her cock stiffen up as she allows you you explore her body with your hands while you're underneath her... taking her tie off slowly, unbuttoning her shirt and pulling it off, squeezing her breasts.. ah, if looks could kill, that glare yujin was giving would have put you six feet under long ago! 🥴

yujinnie gets a kick out of the sounds of the sluttiest moans that you make while she's ramming her cock against your walls 😍 she remembered a time where you couldn't even take all of her in without tapping out.. now you were just gladly letting her abuse your pussy like this... though yujin can see that it still hurts you in some way, but she's always too petty and annoyed to stop 🤤 putting her underneath your thighs and pushing your hips upward so her cock can reach the deepest depths of you.. yujin herself releasing heavenly sounds from her mouth that you forget just how fucking cruel she could get with her words.. until ofc she gets the composure to speak while she's fucking you 😈

"hmmn.. ha.. good little pet... this is the only w-way to shut you up, huh..? should've known..."

"can't be annoying now, huh? y-you'd love to, right...? but you love my dick too much to act out now..."

"you're just a s-stupid whore, aren't you..? f-fuck!"

well ofc this was the perfect time to embarrass yujin bcs you're just as petty! attempting to move away from her so she would have to chase after you... clawing at her arms to get her to release you from her iron grip.. you were both scared and horribly turned on by the way yujin got increasingly angry until she just snapped, just as you intended 😋 she's grabbing your face, forcing your mouth open and spitting down your throat... making you swallow and grinning widely when you do.. "fucking slut.. you'd let me do anything to you, huh?" it was a rhetorical question, but you nodded anyway... eagerly too! the only thing it did was inflate yujin's ego... as well as intensify her thrusts 🤤

yeah the sex ends with both of you cussing at each other while she dumps her seed inside your womb but your favorite part is the one where yujinnie turns into the usual ahn yujin that you knew: sweet and very very wholesome 🥺 she's leaving gentle kisses all over the painful bite marks she left, she's keeping you hydrated, even cleans up the mess both of you made and absolutely refuses to let you move a muscle 😭 afterwards, the two of you would be tangled up embracing each other and you comfort her about the hard day she had... overall just very sweet after such intense sex 🤭💞

[moonbeam-dragon]

More Rescue Bots Incorrect Quotes (Yes it's mostly the Burns siblings)

Salvage: ...I'm pretty sure that place is fire-proof, or something.

Blurr, grenade in hand: Alright, but is it explosion-proof?

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Blades: Hello HighTide, made anyone cry today?

HighTide: Sadly, no. But it’s only 4:30.

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Blurr: I think it's time to start fucking some shit up.

Heatwave: Oh no.

Blurr: More like "oh yes!"

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(What I imagine their first meeting looked like)

Quickshadow: State your name, rank, and intention.

Blurr: Blurr, Blurr, fun.

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Graham, singing to the tune of I Kissed a Girl: I killed a guy, and I liked it-

Cody, whispering: Should we call the exorcist?

Dani, also singing: The taste of his cherry chapstick.

Kade, appalled: Call the exorcist.

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*Everyone is playing a board game together*

Cody: I will put 'A' down to make 'A'.

Kade: I will add onto your 'A' to make 'AT'.

Dani: I will add onto your 'AT' to make 'RAT'.

Graham: I will add onto your 'RAT' to make 'BIOSTRATAGRAPHIC'.

Dani: *flips the board*

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Chase: Hey Blades.

Blades: *punches Chase in the stomach*

Chase: What the fuck?!

Blades: You are one of my very best friends. And I cannot stand by and watch you throw away your life like this. You're too young....YOU'RE TOO BEAUTIFUL!

Chase: What the fuck are you talking about?

Blades: I'm talking about the baby that's growing inside of your belly right now.

Boulder: See ya! *leaves*

Chase: I'm not pregnant!

Blades: Well, not after that punch you're not. I've been taking muay thai classes.

Chase: I was never pregnant, Blades!

Blades: Are... you sure?

Chase: Yes I'm fucking sure!

Heatwave: I'm sorry, but why the fuck is everybody yelling over here?

Blades: Oh, I found this positive pregnancy test and—

Heatwave: *punches Chase in the stomach*

Chase: AW, MOTHERFU--

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Graham: I’ll be famous one day, but for now I’m stuck in this house with a bunch of morons.

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Kade: Ask me anything. Go ahead, I'll give you a straight answer.

Dani: Why are we so fucking awesome?

Kade: That's the best fucking question anybody's ever asked.

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Kade: Are you ever going to listen to me?

Graham: Yes. Absolutely.

Kade: When?

Graham: When you're right.

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Cody: Slash gamemode creative.

Graham: Bro, this isn't Minecra-

Cody: *starts levitating*

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Graham: I regret getting dragged into your heterosexual tomfoolery.

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Cody: I don't know, it's not my cup of tea.

Kade: Well then whose is it?

Cody, staring at a cup of tea: I don't know!

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Graham: You're violent.

Dani: Yeah but I'm also short and that's adorable.

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Heatwave: Die.

Boulder: Please don't die!

Heatwave: DIE!

Heatwave: PLEASE DON'T DIE!

Graham, confused: Why are they yelling at a plant?

Kade, watching while eating popcorn: They bought it together and Boulder wants Heatwave to accept it as their kid.

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Dani: Make no mistake. Not only am I party rocking, but I am also in the house tonight.

Cody: But are you shuffling?

Dani: Everyday.

Graham: What language are you two speaking??

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Graham, watching Kade and Dani fight: Are you sure they should be fighting? What if they get hurt?

Cody, not bothered by the chaos: It’s fine. They’re too evenly matched to hurt each other.

Graham: Then... who’s the strongest out of you three?

Kade: Cody.

Dani: Cody.

Cody: Me.

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Charlie: Cody, can I speak to you for a minute? In private.

Cody: Ooh, someone's in trouble.

Kade, Dani, and Graham: ...

Cody: It's me. I don't know why I did that.

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Dani: When will Ted himself...finally show up to the talk?

Kade: The final boss.

Graham: You guys know TEDtalks stands for technology, entertainment, and design talks, right

Dani: I will not let Ted hide behind these lies any longer!

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Kade: Some people say that I have a god complex. I’d like to think that I’m a complex god.

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Cody: We need to distract these guys.

Kade: Leave it to me.

Kade: Centaurs have six limbs and are therefore insects. Discuss.

Dani & Graham: *immediately begin arguing*

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Dani: Which country has the most birds?

Dani: Portu-geese!

Kade: That's a language.

Dani: Portu-gull?

Kade: Good recovery.

Cody: I think you mean good re-dovery.

Graham, taking off his glasses to rub his face: TURKEY. HOW DID WE MISS TURKEY?

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Graham: Everyone synchronise your watches.

Dani: I don't know how to do that.

Kade: I don't wear a watch.

Cody, staring at his pocket watch: Time is a construct.

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Dani: It’s time to turn this into a real business.

Cody: What do you mean? Like, carry a briefcase, and wear a tie, and pay taxes?

Kade: Wait, have you not been paying your taxes?

Graham: I handle our accounting.

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Cody: Like, no offense to myself and all, but what the fuck am I actually doing?

[hellowhoisthere]

The Guadianship of GuZi - Storage Unit (Draft)

Lang Qianqiu’s phone was ringing at midnight, and better be for a good reason.

It was Xie Lian’s name on the caller ID. It was most likely was not a good enough reason if was about Qi Rong, but Xie Lian was watching over Gu Zi while Qi Rong was out of town, so it better for him to answer.

“Is everything alright?” Lang Qianqiu asked right to the point.

“Gu Zi is fine, but Qi Rong isn’t.” Not a good enough reason, but Lang Qianqiu didn’t hang up the phone.

“I’m not even his real lawyer Xie Lian, and this is far outside of working hours.”

“I’m sorry, but I can’t have him here like this, and I didn’t know anyone else to call for him”

Lang Qianqui was getting a jacket and sweatpants on. “Like what? Is he alright?”

“I think he is off his medication, or having an episode I don't know. If you hadn’t answered, I was going to call the police.”

“You can’t do that. It would ruin all the work he has done for his case.”

“For that reason I called you. Will you come talk some sense into him?”

“I don’t know how much sense Qi Rong has in him, but I’m on my way.” Lang Qianqui hung up the call as he got into his car.

Xie Lian’s home was not a short drive from Lang Qianqui’s own, but he didn’t need drive all the way there. Qi Rong was easily recognizable on the side of the road. Lang Qianqui had to illegally turn onto the road the walking Qi Rong was on.

“I’M NOT A FUCKING FUCK, YOU FUCK-” Qi Rong began to yell when Lang Qianqui had pulled alongside him. Qi Rong had got in as he had before once Lang Qianqui had stopped for him. “Take me back to Xie Lian’s. Tell him he can’t keep my kid from, just because he doesn’t like me.”

“I’m here because Xie Lian was going to call the police on you.”

Qi Rong broke into a hysterical laughter or into high pitched sobs. Lang Qianqui couldn’t tell the difference between the sounds without seeing his face, and Qi Rong had bent over with the power of his shaking.

“He has a kid that is not his too, but he doesn’t jump the hoops. Even though he is a sugar baby to that damn kingpin Crimson Rain. I’m here trying to get Gu Zi home, and Xie Lian said I couldn’t take him. What gave him the fucking right to do that? Being better than me?”

It was crying. Qi Rong was crying. Even with the maniacal smile there were tears streaming from his eyes.

He looked to Lang Qianqui for an answer.

“He is married to him, and Gu Zi isn’t yours yet."

“Gu Zi more mine than anyone else. Xie Lian is just like me, you know. He looks so perfect on the outside, but he is just as broken as me inside.” Qi rong was laughing into his hands.

“Are you off your medication?”

“I’M NOT ON ANY MEDS!“ Qi Rong threw his hands up letting the statement come out in between ugly guffawing. “I just said that because Xie Lain wouldn’t even LOOK at me if I hadn’t. He would have supported the state in taking Gu Zi from me.” Qi Rong suddenly deflated. As if just the thought of having Gu Zi taken from his care had killed him.

Lang Qianqui didn’t know how to deal with a forlorn Qi Rong, but he could not risk going over to Xie Lian now.

Lang Qianqui didn’t need to put the address to Qi Rong’s into the gps, but he would have welcomed the robotic voice over silent Qi Rong. Lang Qianqui had taken the minute of every red light to look over at Qi Rong until he came up to the apartments.

“Are you able to make it upstairs alright?”

“No, no, I can’t go back home without Gu zi.”

“I’m not taking you home with me.” Lang Qianqui couldn’t because then the ghost of Qi Rong would be there in the same way it hung around his office, and his car.

“No, I’ll go somewhere else”

“I’m driving you there?” Lang Qianqui asked incredulously.

“Yeah? I’m pretty sure you don’t want me driving your car”

Lang Qianqui winced at the thought of that.However, he wasn’t going to drive aimlessly. An excuse Lang Qianqui used as he didn’t want to start driving while Qi Rong was still visibly upset.

‘I’m not going to leave you on a street corner’, was what Lang Qianqui thought, but he didn’t think Qi Rong would appreciate the implication. “I’m not driving anywhere until I have some answers. Are you-… Why were you causing trouble at Xie Lian’s?”

“Because I’m psychotic, didn’t you already know?”

“Bullshit Qi Rong. I know-,” I know you better than that, “Being your messed up self can't be your excuse everytime.” Lang Qianqui caught Qi Rong's reflection in the window. He laughed, but had a deep frown. “I’m just doing what you, scumface, told me to do. I found the cow that pushed the kid from her hole, and that was the only thing she ever did for the kid. She doesn’t want anything to with him even though the fucker is dead.”

“What is the issue, that is what we needed?”

“The issue is this paper proves what Gu Zi fears the most that no one in his life has ever given a shit about him.

The street light was weak to illuminate the vehicle through the tinted windows, but still Qi Rong’s eyes were burning in the dark. The venom on the words was tangible.

Everything is supposed to be for the best of the kid, but how does knowing this bullcrap become what’s best for him.”

Lang Qianqui wanted to protest that it didn’t matter, because Qi Rong cared about Gu Zi now. However, Lang Qianqui knows how the opinions of people no longer in your life can haunt you. He thought the constant doubt if he was making his parents proud. He been asking for a while how his family would have felt about him helping Qi Rong. Then, Lang Qianqui thought of Gu Zi’s bright smiles and light laughter. He remembered how fear gripped the little boy when he doubted if Lang QianQui would be able to keep him and Qi Rong together. The kid didn’t deserve this cruel world, but an all better world.

“We won’t include her consent and waiver. It will be tough, but we will be able to get around it.” Lang QianQui stated. He put the car into drive again. “How did you even find her?”

“Trash finds trash. It’s the reason why there is a floating patch of hot garbage in the ocean.”

“Don’t compare yourself to her. You have more heart than she does.”

Lang QianQui was glad to be driving again now, as he couldn’t take his eyes off the road to look at Qi Rong. Lang QianQui would blame the late hour for the near confession. God forbid for anyone to ever admit to ever feel more for Qi Rong than tolerance of his exsistence. Certianly Lang Qianqui, becuase he knew his family wouldn't have approved.

“Drive a few blocks. I’ll tell you where to stop.” Qi Rong’s voice didn’t reveal if he believed Lang Qianqui or not.

Where Qi Rong told Lang QianQui to stop was a storage unit yard. Qi Rong inputted an overnight code and directed him to a unit at the far end of the lot’s last row.

Once Qi Rong opened the unit, Lang QianQui saw at least three canvases on the ground along a wall, blocks of granite at the center, some proof that something had been made of the blocks then smashed, and a couch with a sleeping bag at the end.

Lang QianQui approached the canvases as Qi Rong set up an easel.

Two of the paintings appeared to be portraits of Qi Rong, but the expression was too saintly. Examining the portraits longer, Lang Qianqui realized the face was of Xie Lian. The first surrounded Xie Lian in judeo-christ imagery. Xia Lian in prayer, a sunhat framing his head more like a halo in priestly white, the background a bright, thick red like a shower of blood.

The next appeared to be Xie Lian beheaded, but there was no blood, no gore, only a large black shackle and chain at the neck.

The third, a work in progress, showed Xie Lian with two halves on his face. One smiling beautifully, and there other in pure anguish. One side looking more like Qi Rong than the other.

“You have complex feelings towards your cousin, don’t you?.”

“I hate him. He owes me his life. I want nothing to do with him.” Qi Rong shrugged as if that were a normal declaration.

Lang QianQui once again blamed the lack of sleep over his own nature, but he had to ask, “Do you really think he would have supported the state against you?”

“Xie Lian can’t help himself. His parents were the same. As if any pill would have made me as perfect as Xie Lian.

To ignore me when it didn’t, and to throw me out when it wouldn’t.

After nobody ever cared to ask me, everyone knew what was best for me. Because I’m psychotic, I can’t decide what’s good for me.

If I wasn’t dulled out fast enough then new ‘script. New home, new meds, same shitshow for years. Who even knew why I was fucked anymore when I aged out.

A broken system for broken kids, and breaking kids who weren’t at the start.”

Lang Qianqui, the great lawyer he was, did not have a rebuttal for Qi Rong. Lang Qianqui could see the injustice committed against Qi Rong, but he couldn’t allow it to fully pardon Qi Rong. However, Lang QianQui couldn’t decide what kind of punishment Qi Rong was deserved anymore.

Either way, it was the end of the conversation as Qi Rong was focused on the easel in front of him now.

Lang Qianqui had never seen Qi Rong look so serious, and Qi Rong hummed while he painted. It sounded like Lang Qianqui’s white noise machine, very soothing, much sleepy.

When Lang QianQui stirred he felt so warm, which was so strange since the unit’s door was lifted partially to keep the paint fumes from suffocating them. He could see by opening the weak gray light of dawn coming in, and the condensation of his breath visible.

Qi Rong snuggled closer to his chest under an extended sleeping bag serving a blanket for the both of them. Ah thats why he was warm. Qi Rong was practically on top of him. Lang Qianqui tried to sit up and carry Qi Rong at once, but Qi Rong shifted out his grasp and pinned Lang Qianqiu fully underneath him now.

In this new position Qi Rong was straddled on Lang Qianqui’s thigh, leg in between his, chest flat against each other, Qi Rong’s arms over Lang Qianqui’s shoulders.

Lang Qianqui couldn’t see Qi Rong’s sleeping face anymore, but he felt his breath across his clavicle.

Any shift Lang Qianqui made, would make Qi Rong rub against him.

“You’re awake aren’t you?” Lang Qianqui was convinced of it.

Of course there was no response, so Lang Qianqui attempted to lift Qi Rong off again, but this time Qi Rong landed higher. Knee pressed against morning wood, lips parted at Lang Qianqui’s nape, Qi Rong hands cupping his pecs too purposefully.

A gasp escaped Lang Qianqui as Qi Rong snores heavily.

Lang Qianqui makes a quicker effort, displacing himself completely from Qi Rong before he could be pinned in another compromising position.

Lang Qianqui had wanted to carry Qi Rong to the car before, but now he just needed to leave but he stopped short while running away.

The painting Qi Rong left drying on the easel. It layers on layers of green swatches. It could be a forest, or an endless grassland, but Lang QianQui saw eternal green flames. It was a hellscape. Nothing but darkness in the heat of green fires.

Lang Qianqui hated fires. A fire had taken his whole family, but looking in emerald blaze, Lang Qianqui wanted to give up and be burned away too.

“Come back, I’ll keep my hands to myself this time only.” Qi Rong voice was soft with sleep.

Gods in heaven, Lang Qianqui prayed for some mercy on his heart.

“I knew you were fucking awake.”

“Why, want to do something about it?” Qi Rong said with had less sleep and more mischief in voice.

Lang Qianqui should have hated Qi Rong’s unashamed, forward behavior, but he didn’t. It would cross a line. Professionally, it was unethical.

“I keep telling you, stop trying to pay me in sexual favo-”

“You keep telling me, you aren’t my lawyer, and honestly I’m an ungrateful bastard. I should be charging you, but you couldn’t afford me.”

It would be immoral of Lang Qianqui to take advantage of Qi Rong after the events of last night.

"Are you still drunk? Is that why you’re asking me?”

“Pftssh, that was hours ago.”

Qi Rong came up from behind. Wrapping his arms, still clutching the makeshift blanket, around Lang QianQui. Bring Lang Qianqui into Qi Rong’s space.

I know I’m not good enough, but can’t I want you anyways. Can’t you take pity on me this once, and let’s have this?”

Qi Rong worked his way between Lang QianQui and the painting. Lang Qianqui looked at him, and Qi Rong was looking back. Qi Rong had taken his circle lens out. His grey eyes were the cloudy green in this light.

No. No. No, no, no, no, nononononono.

Lang Qianqui’s heart was beating too fast now. A fire was going to kill him after all.

“You can’t trick me by being pitiful and disgusting anymore. I see you Qi Rong.”

Lang Qianqui grabbed Qi Rong’s face and brought lips to his. A single, innocent kiss, but it was enough.

Lang Qianqui succumbed to the flames.

[c-h-pictures]

AGST incorrect quotes

Xie Lian: This is The Wind Master, he's my best friend.

Huichen: You don't even know my name.

Xie Lian: What's The Earth Master's name?

Huichen:

Huichen: I'm Xie Lian's best friend.

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All of heaven: *constant grumblings about the ghost kings*

General Yi: Don't let them know one of them is your brother in law don't let them know one of them is your brother in law don't let them know one of them is your brother in law don't let them know one of them is your brother in law.

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Xin Yi: Awwww, look at him. Little Wei. So cute.

The Ghost General: Awww, little baby boy.

General Yi: Why do I accept your invitations?

-

San Lang: Well, I have to leave now, but I'll let him know where to find me, and where to find a useful place for him to stay!

[Two days later]

San Lang: Where'd he go?

-

Everyone, looking at White Snake: What the fuck do you have on your face?

White Snake: I am fucking ancient and none of you have succeeded in getting rid of me, you best believe I don't want to live without being able to see.

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Officials: So, White Snake of the Pits is completely unrelated to Bai Suzhen?

White Snake: Yeah, I blame you for that. You assigned the titles.

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5 Ghost Kings at Huali: A child.

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"So, what genre do you think you're in?"

Xie Lian: Mystery thriller.

Huichen: Psychological horror.

White Snake: Psychological horror but I've got a husband I can inflict it on.

San Lang: Romcom.

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Officials: White Snake can't do that!

Huichen: Isn't he, like, married to one of us? I think he can learn.

-

The Emperor: Why do ghosts know cultivation methods?

White Snake:

White Snake: :3

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Huichen: This is Tao Zai, he's my best friend. This is Black Water, I still don't know their name and totally don't have a crush.

Shunde: They're both Ghost Kings.

Huichen: Yep!

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Xie Lian: You have two entirely different forms? With different powers and residues and everything?

White Snake: I'm married and a doctor, I like being able to live my life.

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Emperor of Despair: *invites the other ghost kings to a banquet, bring a trusted individual*

Red Lilies: *brings Xie Lian*

White Snake: *brings Junfeng*

Tao Zai: *brings Huichen*

Black Water: *Brings Shunde*

The Ghost General: .... Am I the only one who brought another ghost?

White Snake: I'm married to him.

Red Lilies: Who marries ghosts?

Black Water: I do. They got married in my city.

White Snake: Only because we didn't have other options.

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White Snake: *making grabby hands at Junfeng*

Tao Zai: Is he alright?

Junfeng: Oh my god, he's drunk. How much did you have?

White Snake: I don't know....

Junfeng: You had medication.

White Snake: I know......

Junfeng: You're normally good at this.

White Snake: :((( Stop pointing it out.

-

Xie Lian: White Snake is bloody terrifying.

Lan Xiaohua: Absolutely, second worst moment of my life.

General Yi: Glad I didn't actually have to meet him.

San Lang: We need to talk with White Snake.

Xie Lian: Nope. Nope nope nope nope nope.

-

Xie Lian: Please don't kill me, please don't kill me, please don't kill me.

White Snake: *just perching on Junfeng's shoulder for the whole conversation*

-

The Emperor: Look at how evil they are!

Tao Zai: *First priority is keeping people fed*

White Snake: *publicly acclaimed doctor*

Officials: Mmmmmm.

-

Officials: The Ghost Kings are the worst anyone could encounter, never associate with them, avoid them at all costs.

Half of the Ghost Kings: *lived incredibly traumatic lives, died before they were 20, on the constant verge of a breakdown*

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Junfeng: *accepts White Snake's help in a dire situation*

The Emperor: You're banished.

[Some years later]

The Emperor: We should work with the Ghost Kings sometimes.

Junfeng: So, do I get to come back or...

The Emperor: No, I hate you.

[myfaveisfuckable]

Rants!

Narcistoru/secretoru: Yeah i can gurantee this is the only submission for them for Some Reason. Because no one ships them. Like i have searched the internet far and wide and turn up with like. Close to literal zero. And here's the thing, this is entirely illogical. They work together in this evil group and their deals are essentially that they're. Unhappy people. At first you think they're just annoying but actually they're annoying snd Extremely Miserable. In silly ways, they are such losers and so cringefail. I could write an essay on both of them individually, but basically i love how their focus isn't on being better people, it is on being happier. Individually.

The show is divided into clear parts of who is the main antagonist at the time which really makes you FEEL how unhappy they each are. They're a group but they're also not bc they choose to be unhappy ad get on each other's nerves about it and that's a prime focus of their characters. Anyway, these two make me insane, they spend a lot of time together during the middle part of the show, bc the first villain is gone so now it's just the two of them and their leader who isn't doing much yet. After this part, one of them, narcistoru, is defeated so he's gone for the time being. But these two, they hate each other SOOOOOOOO much it's insane. This is because Narcistoru is an annoying bitch and Secretoru hates that. And they're both generally insane people with dumb beliefs and issues that they view wrongly. It's just so glorious to see them annoy each other so much. Post Narcistoru's main screen time, he gets his conclusion episode. He escapes from prison and Secretoru is supposed to retrieve him. But like not because they need him, in fact, they absolutely did not care that he was arrested because none of these people give a flying fuck about each other. It's just that he wasn't supposed to be a risk. Secretoru and Narcistoru have a rather petty and hilarious fight. Because you see. Now they don't have to get along. They are not on the same side. So the hostility is really thriving here. In fact, she manages to capture him, and while fighting the pretty cures (magical girls), hensays some annoying shit and she goes "actually i changed my mind" and shoves him off this rock in order for the monster (they always summon one) to fucking kill him. Like she tries to murder him in cold blood soley because he's annoying and this was entirely inevitable actually. She wants that twink obliterated. They don't bring this up again in the finale when they're both in prison. They just. Kind of hang out now. They've reached a level of tolerance.

And you may think "why do you ship this" LOOK. THEIR INTERACTIONS. ARE SO FUNNY. IT'S JUST. A VERY FUN SHIP. BECAUSE THEY'RE HILARIOUS. The hostility is so great and i think it would be neat if they had some t4t hatesex. It would solve nothing. They mske each other so much worse. But it would be very hot. Also secretoru has a general "can you shut the fuck up" attitude towards him. I don't even technically ship it but i ENJOY the ship.

And yet. I am so alone in this which is insane because i definitely expected ship content for them even before i actually wanted it myself.

But no, of course people ship Narcistoru with actual fifteen year olds. Like so much. And there is ZERO content for the ship with the other Actual Adult that he interacts with on a regular basis and who he has a fantastic and entertaining and INTERESTING dynamic with. So basically, i am not just sad, i am also SO SALTY. They are so insanely rarepair despite being an absolute epic duo. Awesome crackship, 10/10, literally comedy

Shi-Long Lang/Miles Edgeworth: Alright so this is about Shi-Long Lang and Miles Edgeworth from the hit video game series Ace Attorney. Listen. I get it. I am *also* a diehard wrightworth enjoyer. I will never deny that Phoenix Wright and Miles Edgeworth were 100% meant to be until the ends of time. But they're ALSO one of the slowest slowburns to have EVER slowburned and dear god Edgeworth needs something during those 20+ years besides hopeless pining give the guy a break. I just recently got to the Investigations games (there's two of them), where you play as Edgeworth and your rival for those games is Lang instead of Phoenix. I love his confident agressive wolf-themed attitude and strong hatred of prosecutors, its an interesting foil compared to Edgeworth's calm and cool but equally confident and snarky demeanor. Lang's hatred of prosecutors is an interesting foil to how Edgeworth used to always believe that Defense attorneys were the enemy for defending "the guilty", though he's since moved on past that belief and has now encountered someone who is still stuck in their old ways. They both have too much confidence for their own good and it makes for some fun moments when one catches the other off-guard because they're ALWAYS waiting for an opportunity to do that. I just think it would be neat if they held hands and kissed for a while then amicably parted ways on good terms due to conflicts with work or long distance or some shit. They could be good for each other. I love gay people. Thank you for your time

[truly-morgan]

[Kinktober 2021: Breath Play (18+)]

HuaLian | Heaven Official’s Blessing 25-10-2021

Day 25: L̷a̷c̷t̷a̷t̷i̷o̷n̷ / [Breath Play] / B̷u̷r̷n̷ ̷P̷l̷a̷y̷

Hua Cheng knows a lot about kinky play and Xie Lian is curious. He will always trust his husband, even with his hands around his throat.

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“Are you sure?” Hua Cheng asked, still looking a bit unsure about doing this, yet his husband looked as confident as before. He tensed a bit when he felt Xie Lian grab his hand, taking it to his mouth, leaving a little kiss on his palm.

Then he brought the hand to his neck, smiling up at hc, “I trust you, I know you won’t hurt me and will stop immediately if needed” he replied. 

Xl knew that hc knew more about kinky play than he did, from being in the scene for a while now.

From what hc would tell him, he had learned about a lot of plays, being a dom for people who might need one (“but my prince was always in my heart” hc would assure him as if him doing something like this before meeting him again was bad).

On the other hand, there was xl, who grew up being told that chastity and celibacy were the thing to do. He knew nearly nothing, hc had been his first in everything.

He had been surprised when he discovered some of hc toys and bdsm gear (to hc horror), but never judge him for his preferences. “I wouldn’t mind trying” he had assured him, looking rather excited at the idea.

And so, their sex life had spiced up a bit, xl also discovering the kinks he has while hc is more than happy to work with what he wants. But every now and then xl would come up with something he was curious about and wanted to try.

And this is how he now had his hand around his throat. He was usually pretty alright with anything, but this did make him nervous because if he was not careful enough, he could seriously injure xl and this would probably kill him to do so.

“If you need me to let go or just stop tap my arm” he asked, bending down to kiss him a little, fingers caressing his skin. Xl smiled to him, tapping his arm to show he understood.

And so they resumed what they had started, hc trusting inside of him again, hand simply resting at his neck first. Then he started to grip. He made sure that he was doing it safely, not squishing his windpipe and only then did he start a better and faster rhythm.

Of course, he was watching closely xl expression and he was surprised by how much he seemed to enjoy. He'd let go a bit when it seemed necessary,  it otherwise kept going. Who was he to keep gege from something he enjoyed?

And xl was enjoying it, the lack of oxygen was making him lightheaded, making everything feel better. It was new yet the sensation was somewhat familiar, reminiscent of his teen years when he would force himself to be quiet when pleasuring himself because he didn't want to be found out. Reminiscent of days when he had noticed that holding his breath until he really needed air again and masturbating made him feel even better.

This was just something else because his instinct to take in air was not at play here.

And this ended up making him come hard, spasming and clenching around hc. Hc was not far behind, forcing himself to let go when he came too so he wouldn't accidentally end up hurting him by squeezing.

He pulled out as he watched xl was gasping for air, panting heavily and still looking daze. This made hc bend over, kissing his neck where his finger had been pressing earlier.

Once he made sure xl was back to a more regular breathing he laid back down with him. He pulls xl in a tight hug, hair playing in his messy hair.

“Did gege enjoy it like he wanted?” he asked quietly while leaving a little kiss on top of his head. He received a pleased hum at the question “san lang did perfectly good" replied xl in a rougher voice than usual.

This made hc hum a but too. If xl like it then it was all perfect, its what counted the most.

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(ngl I'd be interested to write more about a fucked up way xl could have been raised like, you must keep yourself for marriage and any sexual pleasure is bad

I know he was not taught than in a bad way, it was part of his cultivation, but let's make it more of a modern world setting, if we but fucked up jun-wu it could be interesting )

Original - AO3

[dragoninahumancostume]

This is about CSI: Vegas, season 10, episode 17, just in case y'all want to know what the hell im complaining about this time

Not to pretend I know better because I'm dumb and I'd do the same maybe and also I've only seen one of the later seasons so idk the character well enough at all. But how the fuck did Ray think IT WAS A GOOD IDEA TO GO ALONE OUT THERE AND LIKE. I have no reason to pretend I'm sure that I'm right BUT I ANGRY ALRIGHT. Like I had to pace around my room for like the last ten minutes to chill the fuck down

like seriously you've been doing this shit for YEARS. it's not even a "can't blame them, they don't know what genre they're in" Yes they fucking know they work solving murders and when you work in solving murders you always have the chance to be one of those murders your workmates need to solve. Do not fucking go alone running behind a suspect who clearly can fucking kill you and do it in a very specific way GODAMMIT. get back up. Get someone to be there. ISTG RAY LANG-WHATEVER-YOUR-LAST-NAME-IS IF YOU ARE DO THAT SHIT AGAIN I'M PERSONALLY GOING THROUGH MY SCREEN DO PUNCH YOU FOR BEING A DUMBASS.

AND DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON NOT NOTICING THE THIRD ROOM??? IF YOU'RE IN A HOSPITAL AND YOU SEE TWO PEOPLE WITH DOCTORS IN THE FIRST TWO ROOMS YOU GO THROUGH BUT OH SURPRISE THERE'S A THIRD ROOM IN WHICH THERE'S NO DOCTOR BUT THERE'S A BIG ASS BUMP IN THE BLANKET OR WHATEVER IT WAS WHICH IS PROBABLY A PERSON. NOW THAT'S NOT THE MORGUE MAN THERE SHOULD BE NO DEAD PEOPLE THERE SO THAT GUY SHOULD BE ALIVE SO WHY THE HELL IS THAT GUY UNDER THE GODAMN BLANKET HUH. WHAT ELSE COULD HE BE DOING THERE HUH. THAT'S LITERALLY THE SAME POSITION I USED TO USE TO HIDE UNDER MY BLANKET AS A KID WHEN IT WAS LATE AND MY PARENTS CAME TO CHECK UP ON ME AND I WAS STILL AWAKE LIKE PAST MIDNIGHT. SERIOUSLY MAN.

Like seriously. HOW do you not see like. If you're at the say red paint buckets shelf. And then you see a red pain bucket, then another red paint bucket, but oh what's that, a PINK paint bucket, do you think "Hm. Yep. Totally normal to me" no you dum-dum you think "Huh that's not the same shade as the other while technically still seemingly being the same color from a certain angle" and shit like that. If you're at the sick-but-living people building, and you see one sick but living person in a room, then another sick but living person in a room, and in the third room you see a weirdly human shaped bump under the blanket of the hospital bed that idk maybe could suffocate the patient and also there was no doctor nearby and also the bump had nothing connected to it like IV or respiratory device or smth then what the hell could be the problem with the bump if it's seemingly fine. Like the other two were like unconscious or taking a nap WITH THEIR FACE UNCOVERED yk probably just in case TO AVOID THEM FROM SUFFOCATING WITH A BLANKET. Or some shit I wouldn't know I'm no doctor. But seriously man I KNOW you can do better like I trust you'd do better if you can like recognize bullets by looking at em and stuff like that I'm sure you're experienced enough to think "weird. Pillows don't have that shape. And there's no doctor there. Or nurse. Or someone laying down.

[coffeeandcalligraphy]

THE movie lover excerpt (from BODY BACK):

The last time he knew who he was, he’d been wrestling with Lonan in a tent, his smile so wide it hurt. He’d been so sure of everything back then—he would drive Lonan from Oregon back to Boston, or Brooklyn, or wherever he wanted to go. They’d rent a brownstone in Sunset Park, spend half of move-in day making out in a scarred bathroom. Screen Lang’s Die Nibelungen on a projector in the kitchen. Adopt a cat. Buy each other the same socks year after year for Christmas. But Lonan’s not here, disappeared in some inaccessible plane. And if that is true, then Harrison must also be gone.

haremiah movie (JEREMIAHHHHHHH):

The sound of Jeremiah shifting. What had he planned to do this September—before Harrison turned up at his apartment? On their first night reunited, they’d sipped mimosas while swapping Jeremiah’s Blackberry back and forth to play Brick Breaker, watched Psycho and only kissed at the ending credits. Jeremiah hadn’t even questioned why Harrison had turned up because he’s a good guy. A good friend. He knows Harrison could eat cinnamon on anything, that he’d gargle with black coffee if he could, that cymbals make his teeth ache, that he can’t tolerate the smell of chocolate anymore. Good guy. Good friend. In another life, they could’ve grown up together, played road hockey in humid Junes, shared a half-and-half ice cream cone, fallen for each other delicately. In another life, Harrison would’ve told Jeremiah he loved him and meant it.

& some funny harrison movie references in Seventh Virtue:

“I’m going to take a shower now,” he begins, closing his eyes when the room vertigoes. “And when I’m done I’m going to eat a slab of microwave lasagna all by myself. And I’m going to watch movies. And cry. Okay?”

there are a couple psycho/bates motel references because I am a bates motel GIRLIE:

Harrison jogs up to Reeve. “Is it just me, or do you also feel like we’re about to be Victim #1 and #2 in a horror movie? Like Norman Bates is waiting for us around the corner.”

the other one lol (sv harrison is such a baby someone should kill him):

Foster looks genuinely hurt at this, and he could be nasty about it, go straight for the verbal sucker punch as Harrison has. Instead, he folds an arm across his chest and says, “I know she hurt you. I know they both did.” "Don’t start with this, alright? Let me revel in my unemployment. Let me wither on the sofa until I mummify like fucking Norma Bates. Just leave me alone.”

lonan and harrison fanfic where all they do is watch movies & throw popcorn at each other

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Mission Failed: Successfully

Prologue || Aimed to Kill - Ep 1 Re-write

Pairings: (eventually)Marc Spector x Filo!Reader; (eventually)Steven Grant x Filo!Reader; (eventually)Khonshu x Filo!reader

Word count: 4.2k+ words ik im shocked too😨

Summary: Moon Knight Episode One, In the Alps, but with Ynaguinid's Python, You.

Warnings: grammar, lots of swearing, violence, blood mentioned many times, lots of swearing, no use of y/n, lengthy fic, MAJOR SPOILERS FOR MOON KNIGHT EP 1 and NOT BETA READ (if i missed any, kindly tell me in the comments ^-^)

Gif not mine!!

PISTE GIATAY YAWA-

You cursed under your breath as your air got knocked out of your lungs, groaning from the transferred impact of your kalasag to your arm as you had used it to guard yours and Marc's body, as you two jumped from the window of the second floor which housed the scarab. 

"You okay?" Your question is muffled by your makeshift mask using your blue scarf, as you look down at the man you just held on to like there was no tomorrow as you two had thrown yourselves off the building. "Do you have it?"

You would've expected Marc to nod, ask you the question too and separate himself from you then run to escape.

Instead, he looked at you with a confused stare and answered with a reluctant, "I-I am alright.. I'm sorry, do I have what? Where am- Where are we??"

Why is he speaking in a British accent? Did he hit his head?- oh gods did you let his head get hit on the ground?!?

"I-I'm sorry but- who-who are.. you?"

"Who am- Marc..what?"

Your brows furrow deeper as your eyes search his face for any signs that he was tricking you- but found none. The sharp, hard glare you were accustomed to is replaced by soft and dazed ones, an expression you wouldn't have expected to see on Marc's face and damn did it suit him- NOT THE TIME.

His brows scrunches in the middle of his forehead as you mentioned his name, looking lost and stares at you in bewilderment.

"My name's Steven..Steven Grant, actually- why-" He looks down at you two's position-

You two have yet to stand and remove yourselves from each other after huddling close to make sure you both would be protected by the shield, you noticed this and immediately let your iron grip on his jacket go. He also seemed to just notice that his arms are around your waist, upon seeing this he was quick to mutter apologies with wide embarrassed eyes and pulled his limbs to his chest, sitting up before quickly holding your arm to help you up.

"I'm really, really sorry-" Marc? mumbles more apologies, "I'm a little lost, I was just in my flat awhile ago and I-I don't know what is happening-"

You let your shield disappear as you pull yourself up with his help, who's currently a babbling mess, apparently doesn't know you and now speaks british. 

Hopefully Khonshu will not kill you for accidentally giving his avatar amnesia.

He seemed impressed by the use of magic, before he can ask about it though you firmly hold his his wrist to get his attention, stopping him from questioning everything around you, which he should have an idea about because one, he's leading this mission in the first place, and two you have been working for months now! 

You opened your mouth to ask him if he was okay, what's going on, but the yells from the window that you had just leaped off cut you off. 

You both look up just in time to see a man ready to rain fire at your position. Reacting fast you summon your kalasag once more and pull Marc back to you. The man yelps at the force and panics at the sound of guns firing.

Okay- Something's not right. What is happening?!

'Wala natay panahon ana lang!! Piste- Dagan na!!' 'We don't have time for that dear!! Fucking- Run, now!!' You hear Ynaguinid yell angrily in your head and you could only nod in reply as you sprint away from the house with Marc in tow.

"Y'know- using your throwing moons now would be good for both of us!!-" You commented as you grip Marc's arm and run down the hills while making sure no bullets will hit any of you.

"I'm pretty sure I cannot throw moons!!!" Oh this motherfucker-

"Just- oh fuck-" You mumble more curses as you slide down the small slope, giving you a bigger shield and a small time to buy- 

"Why are they firing at u-"

You stop his question with tuts and a hand in front of his face, "OKAY okay- We'll talk later, alright?! I'll answer everything, Steven, but we won't be able to do that if we're dead now, would we? Meet me at the village! And keep that scarab safe!" You yell in the midst of the gunfire, working on a compromise since it seems that Steven is not going to fight back anytime soon. He looked like he wanted to say something but the bullets once again refrains him from saying something.

"GO!" You ordered the man before running back up, summoning your kampilan and slamming the front of your rectangular shield to the goon nearest you, pushing that man down off his balance, giving you time to hide yourself from the other goon's firing. You advanced to the firing goon and smacked his gun off his hand with your shield and plunged your sword into his stomach.

"What about you?!" 

Ay pagka-gago- 'oh this stupid-' Although you're touched by his concern, the scarab is what's important at this moment. That was what you came for in the first place. The scarab. Your life be damned as long as this stupid person who's had that trinket won't unleash a genocidal asshole.

"I can handle myself Marc!" You mindlessly replied as you hid behind your kalasag, the man you knocked down earlier had stood back up and is now firing at you. You glance back at Marc- Steven- WHOEVER THE FUCK HE THINK HE IS- who's still hiding behind the slope and gave him your most burning raged glare. He seemed to finally understand that you need no help and can handle yourself before running down to the village, he kept looking back at you as he did but eventually ran straight ahead. 

You hear more incoming- and the asshole who's firing at your reload, which you didn't waste time to use the opportunity to get back at him with a heavy kick to the chest and slash his throat- you whine to yourself as you watched three, maybe more, people approach you with loaded guns. Your adrenaline is spiking to its highest at the sight of them surrounding you, just like back in the Philippines huh, you thought to yourself knowing Ynaguinid could hear you, as you grip your sword tightly. 

'Just like back in the Philippines, my child..' The deity repeats, you humorlessly chuckle and twirl the blood stained sword.

"Let's fucking dance then."

~~

That man did not just kill that old woman.

Steven looks at the poor old lady who's lifeless body is being carried away from the plaza, saddened by her death. He gulps as his eyes catch on to the men that wore similar clothing to the people that were shooting at him and, you, the resolute person back at the hills who he just witnessed make weapons and shields appear out of thin air. 

He still hasn't found you, which made him worry a bit. Though you looked like you can handle yourself, he still cannot stop from being concerned for your well-being. You just saved him, you held on to him, surely he meant something to you and you to him yet, he doesn't know you. He's never seen you in his entire life yet you spoke to him like you two had been seeing for months, and you called him Marc-

His thoughts halts when all of the people crowding the place suddenly kneels, startled he looks around and follows, "Oh bollocks.." perhaps a little too late- 

"You."

He looks up at the man in maroon, looking around him to see if he was actually talking to him. 

"Who-who, me?"

"Mercenary."

~~

Panting heavily, you ran and made a sharp turn to an alley to your left, bumping the wall and used it to push yourself and gain more momentum, just in time before Harrow's goon could corner you. 

Your scarf concealing your identity had been pulled down from your face to make it much easier to breathe. Discarding any regards to your enemy recognizing you if ever they come across you on a normal day because fuck that! You need to breathe!

You just hope Ma-Steven is okay and the scarab is safe. Rounding left, you see a man block your path at the end of the small alley, your groan internally in annoyance and search for any exits, you didn't slow down though, you ran faster instead and since you found no exit other than sliding under the goon's legs, you opted for that and successfully bypassed his stupid blockage. Sometimes being short has its perks.

Scrambling back up to your feet, you continue to run at the street, trying to find Steven Grant in this village and avoiding bumping into as many people as you could. 

"Here, little warrior." Khonshu's deep voice echoes in your ears, you nearly lose your balance as you skid to a stop to turn where you heard the god's voice. Turning right and running down the road, finally seeing the avatar. You thanked the Egyptian deity.

Steven -or Marc- was scrambling away from the village people, who are no doubt Harrow's followers. Your arrival did not go unnoticed by the man with a power-laced cane, seeing your bloodied clothes one wouldn't doubt to assume you and the man trying to escape are working together.

And also because of the fact that there are also people running behind you shouting to stop you. 

Your running did not stop. Your lack of oxygen is now making your lungs burn and making it difficult to breathe, but you have to keep running. This time, you do not care who you are going to run over as you catch up to Steven, seeing as he had gotten into a fucking cupcake van. Hey, it's better than nothing!

Grunting, you push a man out of the way to reach the door handle of the back of the van but someone got a hold of your jacket and pulled you away.

"Puta!-" You yelp in annoyance as your body gets yanked back, stumbling back and away from the van at the force. 

The moment you slipped on your feet, the people started to crowd you and hold you down, you struggled against their hold and got a glimpse of the leaving pink vehicle before a lady flung herself on top of you, blocking your line of vision and knocking the wind off of you. You feel yourself paling at the thought of getting left behind.

Is Marc and Khonshu really going to abandon you here in the alps? Leaving you helpless against Harrow's force and getting locked up while he runs scott free?

'Kabalo kang dili jud ko na itugot na mahitabo na, 'nak!!' 'You know that I wouldn't allow that to happen, child!!'

Just as long as they have the scarab, that is okay with you, you convince yourself as Ynaguinid screams reassurance in your head. 

But, even then, that doesn't mean you won't put up a fight against these sons of bitches-

A pained whine emits from your throat as you thrash to free just one hand as they begin to trample over you like how quarterbacks would, crushing you with their weights against the brick road and disabling you from breathing properly, your vision doubling from the lack of air. 

'Barog, akong sundalo! Ipakita sa ilaha ang kusog sa usa ka sundaw ug ang kakuyaw sa lason sa bitin!!' 'Stand, my warrior! Show them the strength of a warrior and how lethal a snake's poison is!!' You hear Ynaguinid's stern command amidst the ruckus, her tone laced with worry.

A surge of power then washes over you, a scream tears from your throat as you feel Ynaguinid channel all of her abilities through your flesh. You feel the weight above lessen as the people scramble away from you as well as the feeling of being engulfed by familiar fabrics. Wailing surrounds you, you glance to Harrow's followers. They were scratching their bodies as if they were bitten by ants as your body had released a toxin, courtesy by your deity no doubt. Your throat squeezes as you regain your breathing as well as your ability to move your limbs and with all your might, you knock the remaining people on top of you off.

You gasp and gulp back air to your system as you stumble up to your feet, your kampilan appearing on your hand, ready to strike whoever is going to attack you. But seeing none, you push your wobbly legs and run towards where you had seen the van drive off to, ignoring the ringing in your ears as well as the muffled screaming behind you. 

If it wasn't for Ynaguinid's steadfast determination flowing through your veins, you would have passed out. You thanked your deity in your head, panting through your mouth as your body craves more air while running, again. 

You see a glimpse of the cupcake van just up ahead, looking like it was slowing down. You exert more force on your legs, more force than you had exerted before to reach the vehicle.

As the vehicle is in arms reach, you didnt hesitate to jump and throw yourself in, breaking the door and startling the driver as you land harshly on the steel floor of the van.

"GO! NOW!" Ordered the god of the moon, you assume it was his avatar he was ordering but you couldn't care less about that. Your utmost priority at the moment was to breathe and not die in exhaustion in the back of the van. 

You swallow, needing to lubricate your dry throat and roll to your front, your vision blurred which made you confused, gods are you seriously going to pass out right now?! 

But then you feel something wet trail down your cheek, you touch it and see clear water on your fingertips. You were crying. Part of you know the reason but the other is denying that.

"You alright there?" You heard Steven ask from the driver seat, the ringing a while ago has subsided allowing you to hear him clearly and the song from the radio.

Wake me up! Before you go-go!

"I'm fine-" Your reply came out weak, and hoarse. You slam your fist on the metal floor as your thoughts wander to the fact that he left without you. 

"Are y-" "Did you plan on leaving me to die, back there Marc?- or Steven?! Gods I-" Your lips tremble, after weeks of working with this asshole and the pigeon, all of those nights just fade to nothing when it comes to mission priorities?!?

"No-no!! I would never leave you!! It's just that-" 

Guns once again stops his sentence. 

"Oh bugger-"

"Piste yawa giatay bulshet PISTE!!" You yell your heart out in anger and frustration as you punch the boxes of cupcakes, not caring of the icing staining your costume.

~~

Steven grips the steering wheel, he hadn't meant to leave you behind! He actually waited a bit even as the villagers started to climb on the van. He had looked at the mirror to see you being piled up with people trying to restrain you. And he saw it. Like a hint of green smoke emitting from the human pile, before the people scrambled to get away from you. He saw you fling the remaining men who's still yet to get off you. He saw you being clothed with some sort of magic and your eyes glowing an angry green under the shadow that formed on your face.

He thought he had gone mad. That all of this was just some mad dream he is going to wake up from. But the people, the pain, felt all too real, yet what is happening feels all too possible!! This has to be a dream!

The moment he saw you throw those people off was when he started to drive, swerving the van left to right to get the attackers off the van, apologizing to every single one of them as he did. He doesn't mean harm but he has to protect himself, and the scarab, apparently! 

"Don't you dare leave them behind!!!" Screamed the voice in his head,

"I won't!! I won't!!" He had thought that voice could've been his conscience or something.

He tunes himself back to present, maneuvering in the highway as cars follow and trail after you and him with guns trained. He doesn't even have his licence with him! And yet here he is driving full speed with a person on the carriage of the cupcake van!!!

"This has to be a dream!" He repeated out loud as he made a turn, "We're going to be killed!"

"We're not going to be killed!!" He sees you stand up with a little bit of swaying from the rear view mirror, the icings on your costume along with the blood on your hands and glowing eyes made it look like you were some godly cupcake murderer. 

"Just keep on driving, and try not to kill us both while you're at it. I'll handle them!" He sees you pick up the sword you had dropped and braced yourself in a stance as you face the oncoming cars.

He only nods frantically with a gulp. Okay- as long as he won't crash this van, you two are going to be-

Bang!

A car had hit the side of the van, he looked to his right with a scream, the men had their guns aimed at him. He ducks as much as he could to avoid being shot while still making sure he can see the road.

He hears commotion behind him and glances back, a man just got stabbed by your sword and kicked in the chest by you, letting the corpse roll on the highway and get crushed by the cars tailing them. 

He grimaced at the image- all of this is stressing him out- he just wants to go back to his flat, safe and sound. Away from death-

He feels himself roll his eyes back-

~~

You whipped your head to the sound of gunshots from the front- Steven!-

You grip the gun you stole from the asshole number something, wobbling from the swerving of the van as you quickly made your way to the front not caring to crush the boxes under your feet and pushed yourself between the seats, aiming at the multiple assholes by the driver seat and pulling the trigger. Hitting mostly their arms but one bullet was able to hit the driver's head-

"Thanks-" The familiar american accent and timbre mumbles from your driver and snatches your gun, and continues to shoot the other goons on the other side who had caught up on you two.

Not missing the change of demeanour, you hit his bicep after he shot his shots. 

"WHAT THE FUCK IS HA-"

"NOT RIGHT NOW OKAY-"

The van swerved again to a sharp turn, throwing you to the front seat, hitting your side in the process and putting you in an awkward position that is DEFINITELY far from sitting. 

"Fuckin- awhile ago you just started screaming your head off like a headless chicken-"

"Not right now," he growls your name in warning but you continue-

"- not knowing how to- atay yawa-" You grunt as you push yourself up and sit properly on the seat- "how to fucking summon your throwing moons, speaking like some kind of posh asshole saying your name is Steven fucking Grant-"

"Kung mo-sulti gali na siya ug 'not right now' balik, tuk-on jud ko ni siya ba!" 'If he says 'not right now' again, I am going to strangle him!' Says Ynaguinid somewhere behind the carriage but you ignore her-

"I said NOT RIGHT NOW!!"

"RAGHHH TUK-A RA GUD NING GIATAYA NI!!" 'CHOKE THIS FUCKING ASSHOLE RIGHT NOW!!'

"-and now you're shooting like you know what is actually happening!!!"

You hear him shoot more goons behind you and groan, you glance at him ready to flip him off but his eyes rolling to the back of his head makes you soften your gaze just a bit in worry as you look back and forth between him and the road.

"Ste- Marc- Ay ambot oy!- Are you-" 'Oh I don't know!-' You reached out but his yelp made you retract, as if the gun he's holding burnt his hand and hastily dropped it.

"I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT IS HAPPENING!!"

You look at him confusedly and look back to the road as you heard something-

"Truck-" You grab and shake his forearm and pointed at the truck about to collide to your van-

"What?!-"

"TRUCK TRUCK-"

You and the tanned fella on the driver seat shrieked your heads off as the van barely misses the oncoming truck AND the edge of the cliff. 

Mamatay man kaha jud ko ani dire kay tungod aning boang! 'I think I'm gonna die here because of this fucker!' You cuss inwardly and vocally as you swore you felt your soul left your body-

Two cars are still on your tail even after the truck you just avoided flipped to its side.

MAMATAY JUD KO DIRE YAWA- 'I'M REALLY GOING TO DIE HERE SHIT-'

They sandwich your pink van and draw their guns, aimed to kill you both and you can hear Steven -you guessed by the accent- repeating frantic no's as he ducks out of the guns line of fire.

You took out your kalasag and shielded yourself and summoned your kris dagger on the other and leaned towards him -

"KEEP YOUR HEAD DOWN OR I SWEAR TO THE GODS I AM NOT GOING TO REGRET ACCIDENTALLY KILLING YOU!" Was your only warning to the avatar before throwing your dagger to the driver on the other car by the driver seat.

You hit your target right on the eye just as your fucking partner took the gun he dropped awhile ago, leaned his hand on the side of your sheild and shot the passenger on the car driving by your side, blindly yet luckily hitting the guy.

His lack of attention to the wheel made the van skid, the force making you lose balance, once again, yelping as. you are tossed to the driver's side. 

Although he was quick to turn the wheel back, you are now driving backwards.

You cuss more and more in fear, annoyance and fear- it's all just blending at the moment- but seeing the other car drive off the cliff, you cussed in victory. 

"HAHAH! FUCK YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!"

"I'M DRIVING BACKWARDS!!" The high pitched, british accent squealed beside you and that's when you knew Steven is back again- you may not understand what in the actual fuck is happening but the pattern is not hard to miss-

"Ah yes, welcome back, honey bunch sugar pop-"

The vehicle shakes as the car bumps the front of your van. Steven yelps, both at the shaking and the gun on his hand and-

"PISTE NA- GILABAY JUD NIYA ANG PUSIL?!?!"'OH FUCKING COME ON- DID HE REALLY JUST THREW THE GUN?!?!' Ynaguinid is back and is obviously pissed at the move- while you just stared at the front where the gun had been thrown to.

"I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M DOING!!" Squealed the man on the driver seat.

The car hits the front of the van once more, swerving the vehicle back to where its front should be. You grip to the handle by the broken windshield as Steven turns the wheel several times to control the van. It halts to a stop just as the car that just bumped you overtakes and blocks the road. Its passengers unloading one by one-

You look back and forth to the oncoming enemies and the struggling Steven as he tries to start the van. You tightly gripped your shield with heavy breaths, summoning your kampilan with the other, ready to fight again but the rumbling from the cliff above you stopped your plan- Tree trunks hitting the person, you look up just in time before a trunk hits your van and scrambled onto his lap, engulfing his head with your arms as you use your kalasag to shield your bodies from the heavy cylindrical boulders rolling from the cliff above you.

You curse loudly and groan at the transferred impact from the trunks to the magical shield, swaying along the van as it gets hit. 

Then silence. 

Heavy panting are the only things heard in the van as the rumbling stopped.

You swallow and look down at the man below you, the sharp and harsh gaze you've grown accustomed to looks back at you, and dare you say in worry. 

Your position and proximity is not in your mind as you two share the air you're breathing in as you calm down. Because if it was, you would've been a blushing mess on top of the man. Your flushed state could be of fatigue or by the situation but fuck that-

"You better give a damn good explanation, Spector, before I leave you choking on your own saliva."

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Hope you guys enjoyed the reader insert re-write!!👀 This is not a direct sequel to Chap 1 tho(now named 'the sun meets the moon').

Anyways, feel free to leave constructive criticism in the comments bellow and hope you guys have a good day/night!!💞💞

Taglist: @m4nd0l0r @jasmines-greentea

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Would you ever consider doing a meta on lqq? Especially what you mean by his morals?

Sure!!

Im not the best with character analysis so please understand this is just me having fun talking about Lang Qianqiu bcz I love him and I love TGCF

!SPOILERS!

i think where most of the early mismatch between the portrayal of Lang Qianqiu's personality and his actions is due to the story being told from Xie Lian’s perspective. Xie Lian is a VERY unreliable narrator which is important to keep in mind when really looking at any characters in the book. Makes it extra fun!

A lot of readers either miss, or just nearly miss the fact that Lang Qianqiu buried Xie Lian alive, stabbing his chest through with a dowel to make sure he couldn’t escape the coffin. It’s purposeful that its a very easy detail to miss. Throughout the novel Xie Lian refuses to acknowledge his past if he believes he was at fault  and deserved whatever mistreatment. 

In this case it leads to an introduction of Lang Qianqiu as this naïve and rash character who is friendly and a little dumb, the reader at this point does not know that this guy literally buried the main character alive so he seems very sincere. He continues in the Ghost City chapters to be played up as this kind of character. He even cant stand the thought of not upholding justice to the point where he blows their cover condemning the ghost city residents in a rant...

“This hellish place reeks of smoke and corruption, and it’s filled to the brim with demonic chaos. What scum is gathered here, committing what kinds of deeds? Running a place like this, none of you have a single trace of humanity!” (lol)

But then he quickly doubles back shortly after that if Hua Cheng is Xie Lian’s friend then XL can’t ever lie to HC “one should never deceive a friend”. It’s a pretty freaking hilarious switch in mood that gives you whiplash. The only reason he changed his tune on HC is bcz the other god he “just met” is supposedly friends with him. That’s really it, it’s not like anyone said “oh no HC doesnt ACTUALLY accept cruel bets”, because well he does and so LQQ just simply accepts it because he decides friendship is more important than his godly stuff. Its weird but you assume that hes just kind of silly.

So alright, he values Justice and Righteousness but over that, friendship and loyalty. Even more than his roles of a god.

He finds out that XL was his past teacher who he believes killed his family and has this huge confrontation then chases XL down and then has a bigger confrontation where hes crying and yelling all proudly at XL that he’ll never become like XL. 

Then we get into what Ill call “Post- I found out the friend I thought I had as a mortal 300 some years ago deceived me” aka “LQQ goes back on everything he just passionately cried about”

This is my fav LQQ, and takes up basically the rest of the book until the very end. 

He starts it by cleaving Qi Rong in half then boiling him alive snapping at XL that he should be allowed to make him suffer when XL yells out to him. Its shockingly gruesome, but i wouldnt say “hes not acting like himself”. I dont think thats really fair due to the fact that he challenged XL to a duel to the death despite already having buried him alive. He already has done acts of cruelty purely for the sake of revenge, its not justice. He’s very much acting like himself, just even more aggressive.

He continues throughout the book in the bg trying to find QR’s ashes to truly kill him. Theres a point where everyone is looking for Jun Wu and I truly believed when he yelled out “found him!” he meant Guzi, who we assume was just burned to death, but no he drags Qi Rong’s body out and tries to kill him lol

Its only at the point when the rest of Qi Rong’s ghost fire disappears and LQQ isn’t even sure that hes the one that actually killed him does he realize he’s fucked up. He didnt do anything to get his family back he just killed another person, one who has a son who mourns him just the same as he with his own parents (just know im sitting there like 👌oooh chefs kiss love love love this circle narrative). 

And now hes suddenly responsible for his obsessive vengeance and the harm it caused, taking in Guzi and (working on) restoring Qi Rong’s soul. It’s only at this part that I think his character changes from what he was like at the start. That whole “out for justice” early Lang Qianqiu and “out for bloody revenge” Lang Qianqiu were one in the same, its not til he puts aside his vengeance that his character changes.

Okay tldr,

I love Lang Qianqiu very much. hes a crazy ass bitch who became even more crazy ass bitch but he gets a pass on his crazy from the gods because he seems nice and a little naive when really he decides whats Just is what hes feeling at the moment and will kill u. At the very end of the book is when his character changes and its v v good.

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TGCF SPOILERS (Book 3)

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Without further ado, thoughts on chapters 153-157!!!

Sjjsjdjdjf, the three tumors give me the same vibes as those super popular, but very problematic cliques you see in schools, lol

Speaking of three tumors I STILL MISS SHI WUDU JEISJDJDJDJ Every day I live in a fantasy that someone, somehow, magically got the powers to resurrect him and he's alive in a dungeon somewhere (gotta make it a little realistic, yknow? *she says in utter denial*)

SHUT UP! THIS LINE SENT SHIVERS DOWN MY SPINE OH MY GOD

“Very well! You said I couldn’t reach that high. Then, might I ask you: had the prominence of the Palace of Jing Wen at its peak ever reached even the knees of my Palace of Ling Wen??”

So hopefully, I'm remembering things right about events in Xuli: pei ming was a general there, his people wanted him to rebel and become king, he refused, Ling wen was from the same place who sold shoes and tricked a man into killing himself (brocade story), also wrote multiple beautiful lit pieces and thus ascended. I don't think we've been told yet how Xuli truly fell, but I'll do a refresh read tomm just in case!

Also the Jing Wen and Ling Wen story was just sooo utterly fascinating to me, because it centers around a person whose insecurities acc had a much greater repercussion than he realized. See, had he not made her ascend, she wouldn't have played such a major role in hurting so many people after her ascension (refer to brocade robe incident) and all of this was done for what? To satisfy his inferiority complex. It's kinda crazy to see how everything plays out in the long run, yknow?

WAIT WHAT????? I did not see this coming dudhjdjxkdk THIS DUDE WAS A STONE STATUE TALKING???

However, the one who was questioning Xie Lian wasn’t actually a “man”, but an extremely coarsely-made stone statue of a man, its body bare but wrapped with cloth; somehow bizarre and at the same time silly.

Stop I was laughing at the chaotic-ness of this whole scene lmaooo, especially this part

It’s alright if you won’t chop yours off, I’ll chop off his!”

He was referring to Pei Ming. Pei Ming was dumbfounded.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!”

Also

YO THE ABSOLUTE IMAGERY HERE OH MY GOD IM SCREAMING ITS SO BEAUTIFUL T-T

The bloody rain that had enveloped the sky had transformed into a fluttering shower of flower petals!

There was no need to even guess who had come. Xie Lian curled his fingers and clenched his hand, clutching that flower petal as the name blurted from his lips.

“San Lang!”

Blossoms fell like dripping blood; blood danced like petals in the wind. That face was as spirited and handsome as the first time they met, his eye bright and alive. He languidly sheathed that long and slender silver scimitar back into its scabbard, and spoke with a deep voice.

“Your Highness, I’ve come back.”

The next time I face the most minor of inconvenience such as phone battery low or smt, I'm using this line by pei ming lmaoo

“Where there is abnormality, there is evil; everyone be careful.”

Ok I HAVE A NEW THEORY (or acc it's me reiterating EXACTLY what I said last time lmao)

So if you look back at one of the chapters at the end of book 1, specifically the part when Goushi is discussing a dream with Xie Lian, he talks about being dragged down from ascension, the crown prince wearing only white clothes, and a kingdom falling into ruin....SOunD fAmIliAR???

The contents of the mural in this divine temple were completely different from the previous one.

They started studying it from the highest level, the top of the painting. A white-clad young man sat poised upon a jaded futon, his brows quietly handsome. It was that Crown Prince of Wuyong. His eyes were tightly shut, and judging from his posture, he seemed to be in deep reflective meditation. However, it wasn’t tranquil.

Like, HES EVEN MEDITATING THE WAY XIE LIAN DID WHEN HE WAS TRYING TO USE A STATUE TO HOLD THE XIANLE PALACE UP AND there's more, but the whole scene just SCREAMS parallels to Xianle (I also scream the same thing lmao) LIKE HOW ELSE CAN THIS BE EXPLAINED??? SOMEONE RELIVED THE WHOLE THING BEFORE?? UNLESS IT'S JUN WU??? GOD, I CAN'T LET JUN WU GO THIS DUDE IS INVOLVED IN SMT, BUT I DONT KNOW WHAT

Hua Cheng is 100 percent aware he is in a book, and that book is a ROMANCE book, while everyone else is out there living out the horror genre in every way conceivable lmaoooo

Even though it wasn’t the right time, Xie Lian still felt his heart skip a beat in spite of himself.

“Are you tired holding this up? How about I hold the umbrella for you…”

The others were fleeing and dodging, running madly; seeing how the two were having a good time, they couldn’t stand it, and couldn’t help but call out.

“Hey! Isn’t that unfair?!”

“Hua Chengzhu, may I ask if you have any spare umbrellas??

NO I ACC FORGOT YIN YU EXISTED AND PANICKED WHEN THE EARTH MASTER SHOVEL SHOWED UP CUZ I WAS LIKE WIND MASTER MY BELOVED??? ARE YOU OK??????

Aaaaaand the roasting session continues! On today's menu: roasted Yin Yu!!

Even if one was to stare at his face for two hours, after a good night’s sleep, his appearance would be completely forgotten the next day, so no doubt this was a molded fake face?

“…”

However, a moment later, that black-clad youth said, “I’m sorry, Your Highness, but, I…I really do look like this.”

Yikes cuz imagine being called plain faced and forgettable in front of your colleagues :/

HOW DO U EXPLAIN THAT U GAVE YOUR DEAREST A CURSED ROBE THAT WOULD MAKE THEM KILL THEMSELVES THO??

He’d always felt there was a misunderstanding between you in regards to the Brocade Immortal affair and wanted to hear your side of the story, so he could explain it to others. Yet, there was never any sign of you, nor any communication.”

Ok but low key that's kinda precious, like Qi Ying gaves me major dog vibes, constantly trying to return to owner kinda thing, yknow?

Loved loved loved how casual everyone was about this

“Everyone, a question. Have we dug into a mass grave?”

Pei Ming also pulled out a femur, sighing.

“Probably. Look at the structure of this bone. It must’ve belonged to an exquisitely beautiful woman with long, slender legs. To have her bones buried here, what a real shame.”

“Very unfortunate indeed,” Hua Cheng said. “The legs are long, that’s for sure, but that’s the bone of a man.

ALSO AAHHHHH BUT I LITERALLY STOPPED AT THE PART WHERE EVERYONE DISAPPEARS IN THE CAVE AND IM LIKE NOOO WAIT WHATS HAPPENING SJDJJDJFJF

“No,” Hua Cheng said. “But it’s precisely because there’s nothing that it’s worrisome.”

BRO IF HUA CHENG IS WORRIED, I THINK THERE IS A CAUSE FOR CONCERN HERE

[tragcdysewn]

"kid, do you know how persuasive you are when you make that little sad face you do? i'd be more shocked if lang qianqiu did decide to keep me in there once you did that." he had a fucking calamity ready to die for him, and, more impressively, cut back on killing people for him because he made fucking sad eyes and called him dad one time. "alright, alright, you can talk to him first, see what you can do." because fuck, why not, right? the asshole might not even show up. "sure, sure, he'll call you a liar, but go ahead."

“but if that were the case he could have just left you in the lantern….” i mean sure, qi rong hadn’t been fully, dead, but he’d basically been gone. it had felt like a very similar thing to gu zu, beyond his faint optimism. “we’ll figure it out if he does show up. i’ll talk to him first.” gu zi insisted, sure that if he could speak to lang qingqiu at least a little bit before qi rong he could get him to relax. maybe they wouldn’t be friends, but they could be tolerant of each other, or so he liked to hope. “well still, i’ll tell him you say hello too then, just in case you ever change your mind.” better not to fully burn bridges in gu zi’s opinion, especially when a family meal could be fun some day.

[jbreenr]

⚠ ETERNALS SPOILERS ⚠

Though there's no need anymore but…

Alright…

So, the first thing we see in the movie is their powers, which I find awesome.

And the way they put on their suits? Yea!

Also, i love that Shang-Chi was in the M of MARVEL in the opening. Did you see him?

We also have a Dr. Strange mention when Dane asks Sersi if she's a wizard. I do wanna see him as a giraffe.

Dane, he's a baby and Sprite, she's so badass. Her powers, dude, how she multiplied herself AND Sersi? Woooow.

I mean, you can't tell Gemma was already in a MCU movie. Like, her characters are so freaking different and I live that.

And, imma tell you, my brother would yell “The King In The Noth!” every time Richard Madden was onscreen.

And i can't blame him, sorry.

I mean, Richard and Kit. Together. Again. We love them. We were both fangirling.

A mention of Thanos and the blip, people believing that the earthquake had something to do with that. Yeah, weird shit happens there wouldn't be surprised.

Well, Ikaris is, indeed, the most beautiful. And I don't accept other opinions.

Now, I don't know why everyone was so upset about that sex scene. There was nOTHING ONE COULD SEE! It wasn't explicit, it wasn't forced, and it wasn't even long!!!

Ajak choosing Sersi to replace her was something I should have seen coming. Why didn't I is a mystery.

Also, i already know she died. Except I did not think it would happen so early in the story.

Lemme just… MI ✨ TENOCHTITLAN ✨ HERMOSA, TE AMO. Though they didn't show you in your best of moments.

Sorry, I got distracted for a second.

For a sec I was like wtf is happening to Thena? But then we got the explanation of the Mahd' Wy'ry and it kind of made sense.

Knowing that somehow Druig was right but also knowing he couldn't interfere is like uuuuugh!!

But he did it anyway so… yeah.

Now, the DCEU is canon in the MCU. Batman and Alfred and freaking Clark Kent are more canon than Mephisto and Evan Peters' Quicksilver. I don't know how to feel about it.

Did anyone else feel bad about Gilgamesh's pie?):

Also, his friendship with Thena is beautiful. His way of bringing her back was, in my opinion, way better than Nat's lullaby to Hulk. Don't mind me, I don't like that pairing.

Wait, wait, wait. Gil fought with/alongside with Odin? Against Laufey? WTF? I need to know more.

So, there is no Olimpia, The World Forge is where the Eternals are MADE. *insert Scott Lang's voice* Their whole existence is a bunch of… bullshit?

Also, i was not expecting that deviant thing. Like, Arishem created them as well for the intelligent kind to appear. What - -?!

Sorry but Druig os asdfghjklñ, Kingo. He doesn't suck. 🤷🏻‍♀️

And Ikaris left Sersi because he died in the Red Wedding. Xd

No time for jokes? K, got it.

I love Karum, he's iconic.

And Thena is a baby. We must protect her at all cost.

Gil.): I can't believe he died too. Gotta admit that I sobbed. I didn't know you well but you'll always be remembered, my friend.

Abruptly changing the topic; I cAN'T BELIEVE PEOPLE GOT MAD ABOUT A GAY COUPLE IN THE MOVIE!

Like, hello!!! It wasn't forced, it was casual, natural and just fucking normal. And I love how it wasn't a big deal that had to be explained in the film because it is NORMAL.

Ikaris mentions the vibranium, and we saw this in the trailers but I just love how Wakanda and its open doors to the world are relevant.

I'm living for that reference of King Arthur being in love with Thena. Man, we all are and if you're not, you're lying yo yourself.

Okay, we know why Ikaris left Sersi now.

And the fact that thanks to Thanos the emergence was delayed? Was he a good guy?

Not a serious question but it makes you think though.

Now I understand why Ikaris was described as “loyal”.

Because, as I said, I knew Ajak died and I knew it was Ikaris who killed her, but I did not expect it that way!

Now, and I'll be as calmed as possible, WHAT THE HECK IS WRONG WITH YOU, SPRITE?!?! I, TOO, WOULD LEAVE EVERYTHING BEHIND FOR RICHARD MADDEN BUT HOW COULD YOU BETRAY YOUR FAMILY?

Thena, sweetheart, you're a goddess and I love you, I'm so proud of you for getting rid of that deviant.

I don't know how to feel about Ikaris not being able to kill Sersi. Like, it's not actually a redemption arc, but the fact that he loved her so much he couldn't do it makes me like him.

Yeah, I said that. I understand why all of you hate him but I can't bring myself to do it. And I'm ready to physically fight whoever dares to say anything about him.

Now, Spite got everything she wanted, she's a human ajd I'm happy she got her happy ending.

Or the happiest she can be without Ikaris around.

And, WHY, ARISHEM, DID YOU HAVE TO INTERRUPR DANE WHEN HE WAS ABOUT TO TELL SERSI ABOUT THE BLACK KNIGHT??!?

We all knew he'd be there, but I got excited when Eros made his entrance. My inner fangirl screamed.

DUUUUDE, I saw the leaks but I STILL GOT EXCITED WHEN DANE IS ABOUT TO TAKE THE EBONY BLADE AND HE HEARS, WELL, BLADES' VOICE! AKSÑDLSKÑS. can't wait for that movie.